Nov 2017
If ever there was a riddle she was it.
A puzzle that you were never certain you had all the pieces to.
Now to be honest, that is the most unique thing in all the world, unduplicated.
The uniqueness is a mystery we want to solve, but people are not for solving they are for loving.
Each on to their own a snowflake, cut only once, but only ever seen crashing downward to the surface.
Mysteries, puzzles, riddles, people; they are unique, just like everything else we experence.
A puzzle that you were never certain you had all the pieces to.
Now to be honest, that is the most unique thing in all the world, unduplicated.
The uniqueness is a mystery we want to solve, but people are not for solving they are for loving.
Each on to their own a snowflake, cut only once, but only ever seen crashing downward to the surface.
Mysteries, puzzles, riddles, people; they are unique, just like everything else we experence.
As different as we seem to be platitudes apart we are all learning experiencing life and it is our differences that make us unique yet since we are all unique we are all somewhat the same.
(49/M/Tx)
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