It is said that each day, every single one of those which any given individual may call for a gesture or merely the thought of appreciation. I like it more demonstrative. I call for celebration.
Every single day which any individual may see in its beginning and it becoming the past, is to suffice for a celebration.
No specificities are necessary. I prefer to think much broader. No need to wait for a birthday, an anniversary, the recalling of a memory, the return of a lost thought, of a lost object, of another soul thought to be lost in ether, of a revived love, if this is indeed a possible sequence within the status of love and its fluency.
The mere realization on any given day that one, even by itself, is aware with a smile, or a pain.
Sila Blume 
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