有时，

夕阳午后时刻，

阳光斜斜地照着，

有点晕眩，有点热，

闭上双眼，伸开双手，

感觉身上每一个细胞被晒着，

那种很强烈却又很温柔的感觉，

它让我觉得很快乐。
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You like to eat breakfast.

Seeing it makes you smile;

it keeps you happy and contented; it keeps you full.

You don't remember when it happened, or how it started;

it is for no particular reason, and there is no particular time of the day or occasion for which this preference occurs.

but breakfast is not a simple affair-

sometimes breakfast has no time for you;

sometimes you don't have time for breakfast;

you wonder if you would ever get sick of it

(and it get sick of you, if breakfast could be personified)

most of all,

you fear one day the breakfast would no longer be there-

and that all you'd be left with is a small sad vacant feeling sitting at the pit of your stomach.

and so you keep telling yourself,

'it's only just breakfast,

something I could do without'

which is true,

since without breakfast you wouldn't necessarily starve,

but it still doesn't stop you from wanting to have breakfast everyday.

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Most people fancy the idea of having at least 1 apple in their basket-

some people are contented with 1;

some people just want a few more,

but life is full of unexpected twists and turns-

if given a forced choice between having no apple throughout,

or originally having 1 apple in your basket, and then having it lost/taken away from you,

which would you choose?