The Golden Days

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  At times life is golden. Made of sweet honey, a sunny afternoon, a smile, warm hugs, the perfect lemonade. When time floats, and the clouds sail serenely across the sky. Those are the highlights of life. The memories. Those moments of joy that just seem to sit back and relax. Those are the times to look forward to, to deliciously remember, and to reminisce. To wistfully wish for when the days are long and lonely, when the sweat runs down a shirt, and a tear slips off a chin with the echo of a sob still clinging to it. But the golden moments are what makes life worthwhile.

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