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A crescent moon hung high above. The girl running, running through the field. The only light she had to guide her was the light of the sliver of moon that hang high above her. She didn't care where she was going, as long as it was away from that house. That house would kill her one day if she didn't get out, so she did.
Horses aren't quite an animal I like. They scare me. They're big, and can kick the life out of you easily. A horse once tried to bite me, it wasn't pretty. I think they're pretty, don't get me wrong, but I wouldn't want a pet horse, or to even be around one daily.
Automatic thoughts like this one are usually provoked by some inner meaning, this how ever has no meaning because the word automatic is really meaningless for me unless you're talking about something actually automatically doing the work for me, that would be great, work done for me automatically, always. Uhg, great.
How can one relate to anything? Well, everything is related to everything. We could say..."everything is a remix of everything." Therefore, you can relate anything to something else. For example, I will relate a cat to a brick wall. A cat had great balance while a wall is also sturdy.
War? What makes war bad? Is it the destruction? The death? Or is it the lack of peace? With out war, however, would we know peace? We would take it for granted, we are conditioned to war as being normal.
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