Just opened an old notebook of mine to a random page and found this:
Once upon a time,
the world spun more slowly,
and days lasted a week,
weeks lasted months,
months lasted years,
and everyone had more time to play
write
read
laugh
dream,
and because of this there were no such thing as wars or jails or children
without love like a blanket to keep them warm.
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