I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath.
“So Good Luck came, and on my roof did light, Like noiseless snow; or as the dew of night: Not all at once, but gently, as the trees Are, by the sunbeams, tickled by degrees.”
Robert Herrick | “The Coming of Good Luck”
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