soft rain settles, infusing the parched soil, rejuvenating life …
… what of the parched heart, waiting to be quenched, after a lifetime of drought.
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Wow nice post.
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Thank you very much. Much appreciated and humbled.
Peace and Equality for all ✌✊👍
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Great words combined. I wish I knew what would happen.
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Thank you. Yes, I too wish to know what would happen ✌
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Sometimes there must be a mystery held. Otherwise, knowing the answers to all would it be interesting?
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also agree with you. what would life be if we knew all the answers. rather boring and staid, I would think.
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And I completely agree.
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