If I could live a natural life I would ease my breath. It would make my body work nice and slowly. Doing so, I’d be able to carry a whole day on a single subject. Label would blossom beautifully and no such thing as a resting day would be ever required.
As long as the world does not follow day dreams I would state that a productive day would be a day when the hours are less sliced by schedule. I barely face such a day, indeed. Due to the evidence that the days are full from dawn to dusk I shall assume: The most productive day would be a holiday. Nobody works on holidays, the crowd whispered from the bleachers. So it seems that a productive day is nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, let us set aside the matter and pretend that we are productive today.
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