Stop
Hold your breath,
Quick,
Before the exhale devastates the stillness.
Don't blink,
Or you'll surely miss the beauty.
Don't think,
For thoughts may spoil the impression you have anticipated receiving.
Stop,
Look around,
And marvel at every atom that has combined to form a more perfect picture of the world that rests in your hands.
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