Ozone

In the largeness of things, it means nothing. But, in the smallest moments, those that denote life rather than describe it, it means all the world. I’m talking about that raining bike ride, the air all spring and birth. The moments of staying up too late because the girl you’re talking to is beautiful, and who cares about the morning. It is in the smallest moments that life is lived.

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