Wittering for the sake of wittering's quite exhaustive, especially if you don't have the natural ability to endlessly gab or truly gush. Yet every now and then, i find there's nothing more refreshing than lifting my head from the sand-bucket of my existence, to view the ever-revolving kaleidoscope which passes before my life. An existence that causes inner wonderment as to when, if ever, it will grow beyond the realms of simple humdrumness.
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