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frivolous things

it's amazing how a single word can conjure up images of all sorts in one's mind's eye.

flight /flaɪt/
-noun
1. gaining altitude
2. passing above and beyond ordinary bounds;
"a flight of fancy"; "flights of rhetoric"; "flights of imagination"
3. to move (fly) in a flock;
"flighting wild geese"
4. the act of escaping physically;
"his flight was an indication of his guilt"
5. differing speeds and direction
6. spread, a wide array

time /taɪm/ [tahym]
-noun
1. an instance or single occasion for some event;
"this time he succeeded";
2. an indefinite period (usually marked by specific attributes or activities);
"he waited a long time";
3. a resource under your control which is sufficient to accomplish something;
"take time to smell the roses";
4. a suitable moment;
"it is time to go"
5. something measurable
6. movements
7. permanently flowing
8. a person's experience on a particular occasion;
"they had a good time together"

child /tʃaɪld/[chahyld]
–noun
1. a person between birth and full growth; a boy or girl
2. a son or daughter
3. growth
4. fun, action
5. curiosity


see what i mean? i think God must have been the most imaginative person in the world to be able to create such amazing things, and of course, the mind to perceive it all (:

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