later that morning

There is no solution, only creation, every tension becomes release, every obstacle gives way, two flower planters, rich pink and purple, against the backdrop of a drab brick building, old and cold bureaucracy and gray feelings crumble beneath your optimistic feet, weeds always break through concrete.

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