One day, waiting to be made.

I stayed up late tonight, searching for the meaning of life.

I looked online. I read poetry, plot summaries, a message or two.

My phone didn't have the answer.

I even looked out the window!

I didn't find it. Perhaps I'll look again tomorrow.

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