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baby dust like changes


Like each moment of day & night has its own color and shade....and we aliens to them think each moment holds the same unique color and shade every succeeding day & night

That's exactly how alien we are to ourselves... thinking we wake up as the same person as yesterday 

The change is subtle, tiny & microscopic like baby dust 

Until oneday the supposedly unmanageable problems of past does not even count to be called as hurdle anymore

We end up believing that we got use to it

But the reality is those baby dust like changes in us have made us stronger to rise above  
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