Rain drops never fall simultaniously. Like smoke that breaks free and disapears. Even land seperates itself from the closest thing it knows in itself. Change is good standing in between memories letting go. Feeling alone from tine to time like the flood falling from the skies. In their own moment on their individual journey to meet with a greater purpose. So when the smoke clears and sight is as crystal as the passion of the heart your time is at hand. Don't fall when the ground shakes and its hard to stand for even the quake settles on a view more pleasant than before.
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