Oh, John, how I love the morning dew on my face, the midday sun on my skin, and the fragrance of jasmine wafting at twilight. The sight of dragonflies darting, the sound of owls "hoo-hooing," and the infinite perfection conveyed by all my physical senses at every moment of every day, even now.
Thanks, John, because if it weren't for you, such ecstasies I would never know.
Work that body,
The Universe
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