
pretty much my favorite part of this movie.
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pretty much my favorite part of this movie.
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indeed
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Go outside
The world lies waiting
For you in your
Prettiest Sunday frock
Or your ratty tee shirt
That you stole from
A boy who never loved you
Though for awhile
You were convinced he did
Wear the too-small sandals
That barely survived puberty
Or new shoes that rub
Blisters on your toes
Bruise your…
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tomorrow. oh my goodness.
—Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life -
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
By far