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Running with Zebra’s

A little boy points out other distance, What is that?

The mother squints and then has to blink and squints again. “I believe, son it’s a zebra!”

“A zebra? Do they live in the city? the little boy asks.

Well, sometimes…”the mother frowns but didn’t know, she had never seen a zebra in the city.

“This ones is dancing” said the little boy and he hots to and fro, back and forth just like the zebra and looking at the majestic animal and thinking this creatures is the most beautiful creature.

The boy said, “When I grow up I want to be a zebra.” and that’s exactly what he did he found other zebras just like him they all ran together.

When it was finally his time they held him as he passed over. As he crossed to a different plan he stopped and danced in the street, hop to and fro just like he did so long ago.

A little boy saw and asked his mom. “Mom is that a zebra.” ~M.A.E.R

There is no standard of normal. Normal is subjective. There are seven billion versions of normal on this planet.

~Matt Haig~