In one's life, much would happen, although at the end of most days nothing special/different/memorable could be recalled.
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| Winter night 2010 |
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| My cup runneth over |
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| January 7, 2011 6:30 a.m. |
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| On Huntington Drive |
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| Here comes the sun ♫ |
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