talk to a kid - gibberish which makes perfect sense.
hug a sleeping baby to the closest corner of ones heart.
lie on green grass underneath a full moon. not talking. but listening.
discover the the hidden glint of craziness in someone you love. and find comfort in the finding.
meet someone who goes to work with a song on their lips.
listen to "do re me" sung by a 68 year old cab driver who plays the piano and euphonium besides having a "functional knowledge" of cello and violin.
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