"Cool..."
Stepping out, my eyes drank in every last-minute detail of the world around me. Everywhere I looked, there was just something or someone doing whatever it was that they did to survive. The sound of street-side vendors peddling their wares, the smell of freshly-cooked meat, the weird sense of nostalgia from seeing children running around barefoot playing a game of what looked to be tag. It all came to me in an avalanche of senses that I actually found myself reveling in its normalcy.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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