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Things look better through a good friend’s eyes

They taste sweeter with a spoon of honey

They smell cleaner with a whiff of sea air

They become thinner as the shock wears off

They seem smaller when the morning ray’s shine on them

They feel lighter if someone else takes a turn carrying them

They sound fainter coated in our thick laughter

They appear kinder in the light of your eyes

They grow warmer as your fingers find mine

They stay cooler when frozen by time

They remain truer than yesterday’s illusions

Things look better through memory’s fogged-over lens