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Jun 2024
Love is in the tears that clouds cry from time to time, soaked up by the earth, who then grows green vines, and from those vines, food to help us survive, so drink it all in since it is sublime
and be thankful for the clouds that cry for you, as they pass by, from time to time
Kelly McManus
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay
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