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What do you see, how beautiful Merida is," I asked. "I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you. I then think to myself, what a wonderful world. I see sky's of blue and clouds of white, the bright blessed day and the dark sacred night then I think to myself, what a wonderful world it is. You know how pretty the rainbow is, it is also on the faces of people going by. See those friends hugging and asking each other, 'how do you do,' they are really saying, 'i love you."

she said. “Are we still talking about flowers?” “Well, it applies to people too. From a distance, some people are unbelievably kind that you may think they’re faking it. Not everyone in this world is cruel, so give others a chance to be good and don’t be a pessimist.” “Oh… So that’s why you almost killed me because you’re being optimistic?” I smirked out of sarcasm. “Not that part. I just hate men.” “I like that. Me too, but Trevor and Osca are exempted.”

A few metres away from me, or perhaps in another city, someone could be seeing the sky in a different version. The blueness could be greyness in another place. The full clouds could look scanty there. There are quite a few possibilities. Hmm… Thinking so hard about the world has made me realise something. The sky is like a human being. People can gather to view a single human, and the views and thoughts of each person in the crowd will be different. After all, not everyone would see the same thing. I wonder if my Father would have seen me differently if he were just another person I knew.