Today is a day... just a day. One of the many days that I have lived in twenty-three and a half years. There is nothing particularly wonderful about this day, and I know for certain when I look back at my life I will not hold a great value to this day among days in twenty-three and a half years of life.
Today is a day... just a day. The air is chilled, but not cold. The sun is shining, but not brightly. I have held conversations, but not significant ones. Events have taken place, but not important ones.
Today is a day... just a day. Routine. Mundane. Ordinary. Today is a day, just a day... but I'm alright with that.
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