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Togetherness

Growing together is a real good thing. Take that morning walk by the next door park. Have your breakfast together. Share a sunrise and sunset some day together. Take that train journey together. Make that road trip happen. Share a room with a hilltop view somewhere. Go to the lonely beach together. Grab a star fish. You may get hold of a sting ray too. Dance in that carnival together. Start counting stars together in a summer night. Fly together with the birds. Chase after butterflies together. Talk to the unknown stream by the mountain. Cross that rocky bridge together. Go places. Get high. Get lost. Go hiding. Go shining. Share smiles. Go screaming. Get loud. Grab a nap. Do everything together. Get a life together. Get growing together.
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