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He pulled at the worn, elastic seat-belt, pulling it around his body slowly as he thought about the day ahead of him. It was a drive he had made thousands of times before, yet somehow this time it felt different. It was still the same crappy car, and he was still on his way to his dead end job, but for a reason he couldn't understand, today felt as if it would be better than any had before it.
As he sat there, staring at the blank white canvas in front of him, millions of possibilities flashed before his eyes. He could do so many things, so many different combinations to turn this canvas from simply a blank slate into something beautiful, something important.
I finally just started listening to The Rolling Stones these past few weeks and am seriously questioning why it has taken me this long to listen to such a great band in depth. Not to mention how great some of their live performances are, they really epitomize what I like in a band, yet it has taken me all these years to really listen but I'm glad I finally did.
Thunder always reminds me of the power of nature. More specifically, how immensely wonderful and intricate nature is, yet people still choose to take it for granted or chalk it up to the workings of a bearded man on a cloud.
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