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Little Monkey

I once saw how a little monkey created a painting. Instead of a brush, he used both his hands and feet to smear blobs of randomly chosen colors of paint across the canvas. Even his tail was, at some point, utilized in the process. And although, in all honesty, the end result was quite hideous to look at, I still could not help but be moved by what this little cousin of ours managed to accomplish with the limited abilities the Creator had endowed him with.

Sometimes I feel like that little monkey when I hopelessly try to put into words what your love does to me.

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