My Friends As raindrops fall to fill the sea as the breeze caresses each passing tree Somewhere else soon to be so is each moment that's come unto me. As each stoke  of the artist's brush the picture forms, each moment of contact each time that I touch a kindred soul so I become a part of the greater whole

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