Take a day, a full twenty-four hours. It's yours. Will you give it wings and watch it fly away? Will you harness it and make it work? Will you listen to it run as the river runs to the sea, carrying life in little newspaper boats? Will you look at this day through a prism, coloring the world, dividing the light? When the evening shadows soften the edges, will you say good-night to this day? Or will you save it in your pocket - a 24-carat day, a gem, a treasure worth remembering?
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