In the dead of winter, on the anniversary of my happiest day, a great bomb fell over the land. It was music and color and passion and it filled the lives of those who now bask in its fallout; it soaked into our pores and made us feel life amidst the cold and desolation.
I'm grateful to those Creators who bring new life into a dead world, and who make when others destroy.
Here's looking at you, Kids.
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