A bubble never claims permanence, and maybe that’s what makes it beautiful. Its life is brief, yet in that flicker of time it shimmers with color, weightless and alive. Some things don’t need to last forever to matter, their gift is the wonder they spark while they’re here. A reminder that not every joy has to endure, some are enough simply because they existed at all.
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