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They flow like a flooded stream, like melting snow on a warm winter day. Too easily, because they pierce unseeing targets, victims of a slip of a thoughtless thought. To the distracted mind, they can be rendered obsolete, but when that is all one see's,    hears,       feels, the damage can be unsurmountable.
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
Through the Grapevine
They flow like a flooded stream, like melting snow on a warm winter day. Too easily, because they pierce unseeing targets, victims of a slip of a thoughtless thought. To the distracted mind, they can be rendered obsolete, but when that is all one see's,    hears,       feels, the damage can be unsurmountable.
alex-l
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
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