You thought it was of the Buddhist belief to not partake in the ending of an insect's life.
You thought the blue hue and soft clarity of a river meant the water ran clean.
You thought that mold could not grow where there is no oxygen.
You thought window silhouettes kept to the rules on displays of affection.
You thought the innocence of infants sheltered them from recognizing differences in facial features.
You thought disgusting bugs should not fly.
You thought rainbows rest their feet on gold.
You thought everything had a purpose.
You thought alot like I did.
Alot, except for that.
There is no one doing the teaching except for yourself.
Gambarimasu, old friend.
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