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		The Overlooked Collection by Marion Titus

	I look up at the night sky and gaze at the innumerable amount of stars lighting the night sky and other parts of the collection. Knowing each star is billions of miles away makes me pause for a moment, pondering it's immense size; the patterns in the sky create the beauty that will mostly be unseen for many, many years. The sound of crickets chirping annoys me somewhat and diverts my attention from the dead silence of before. The fireflies gathering by the porchlight signal to me that it is time for me to call it a night. Because I am mostly focused on the moon, I miss most of this splendor of the sight. Hardly thankful for the intricate, innumerable details of nature, I wake up on another morning. I get ready for school as I am still trapped in the details of my mundane life. Glancing at the snow, I notice is about an inch high and glittering, which brightens the cold, dark morning. Instead of being thankful, I walk into the car complaining about how freaking cold it is. A few weeks later, I went to the Fayetteville mall to look for a new wardrobe for school. I walk into the mall and grin, happily because I was spending my parents' money, instead of my own. Obtaining that wardrobe fulfilled my desires for a short time, but I know I could have done so much more or noticed many of the things I took for granted. I still missed the vision and the importance as if it was a hard concept. I get home and turn on the news and watch people suffering with no one to help them and the success of other members of the collection. Subconsciously, I want to help the sufferers but I only take note of the influential people and what they did. I shut off the TV after the news and go back to my regularly scheduled life. "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot... With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot� Sometimes you don't know what you have got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot�" We take so many things for granted in the collection. The air we breathe, the water we drink, the food we eat, the friends and family and love we have are all part of the collection, which is impossible to define exactly because it grows immensely every minute. I have and still overlook many of the important things. I couldn't describe all the good the collection is done because I even miss good things that happen to me. I know I will never fully understand the collection or it's owner, like everyone else but I am happy being an observer and hoping that will bring him that much closer to me in the end. I hope to stop and take just an extra second to smell the roses or hear the sweet song of birds in the morning and say thanks for them. Thanks for a loving people, beautiful nature, including snow, great music and television, and unlimited people and possibilities. Thanks for everything which is the collection of joy and hope. Thank you, God.

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