1. She sat there, distributing yellow strings and looking generally contented with life in general. She could not have been more than 15. I don't know her story, she looks happy and happiness spreads.
Good to know that there are strong Buddhist youths around.
2. The poor monks must have sat there for hours and hours on end. I spy a few empty plastic cups around them. They look exhausted. Yet they went on, reciting the same few verses over and over again. Now that's passion.
3. The moon gives me her soft, warm smile as i stare up at her. I'm left to wonder how many other people are doing the same thing as i am. The world is bigger than us.
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