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Apr 2019
A million stories lie
buried beneath
a million piles of paper

one day the piles began to shrink
and grow

One day
when you have stepped aside and see the flow
for the first time
the stories will unfold just by themselves

Love, quick, jump back in
and just let the bad things pass
beside you

The flow flows only when you are
in love.
which I always am
Me
Written by
Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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     Serendipity, --- and Mathew P Nangolo
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