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Mar 2012
I had a fleeting thought that people were like rain...

     We start in the clouds

          Are born into the sky

               We sometimes share ourselves with others

          and then we fall towards the ground
          forgetting to enjoy the ride on the way down...


                         At least we're sure to meet again in the puddles.
Christopher Bales
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Christopher Bales
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