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Dec 2012
It hit me this morning, in the shower:

Maybe we were meant
not to remain together
every minute, every day or even every year
but to be there
so that when the bad times come,
each of us knows
we're not alone.
rachel g
Written by
rachel g  portland, maine
(portland, maine)   
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