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Amidst the chaos of mundane days, it is often a wayward breeze or spilled ink that gifts us the serenade of accident, teaching symphonies grow upon the stage of spontaneity. - Alexa Reid Amidst the chaos of mundane days, it is often a wayward breeze or spilled ink that gifts us the serenade of accident, teaching symphonies grow upon the stage of spontaneity. - Alexa Reid Amidst the chaos of mundane days, it is often a wayward breeze or spilled ink that gifts us the serenade of accident, teaching symphonies grow upon the stage of spontaneity. - Alexa Reid