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watching smoke rings expand and swirl.
the intertwining rings dance together in a perfectly unperfect dance.
radiating outwards tiny lines of smoke pool downwards and create their own smoke rings.

this is so like life.
one moment can spiral outwards and create its own separate moments.

one moment never quite like the one before.
no matter how similar they appear to be.

the key is to take in the differences, no matter how small.
the tiny differences are what make each day worth living for.

when im blue, i just need to think of smoke rings...