Somedays you want to sit in the sunbaked sand and watch the surf roll in.
Somedays all you have in front of you is a yard full of dead leaves that still needs rakin'.
Somedays you want to read a novel of phantasmagorical wonder, though more dreamlike than nightmarish.
Somedays you read and reread the instructions over and over again and still can't figure it out.
Somedays you hear a song on the radio that makes you want to grab your partner and dance like gravity means nothing.
Somedays you trip over invisible bumps in the road and barely save yourself from a faceplant.
Everyday you have the chance, take that chance.
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