Floating softly to the ground Not one is like the other- All from different backgrounds, but united by a common bond. Sitting by the window yearning to be a part of this miraculous event- once a year. Swiftly grabbing my long johns along with my heavy parka and my multi-colored wool scarf. I dashed out the door and immediately joined the parade. I reveled in ecstasy by finding some new friends. My eyes were openend only to become saddened by the end of this parade. If I could only go back to that day and relive that happiness- I could live forever.Birth sign: Not entered
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