Sitting in my car, listening to the sound of the rain on the roof, listening to my heart and the tears that continue without my volition, but with my blessing. There is no other way. My friends lives are touched by sorrow and hardship as well as love and beauty. And me also. The circles of our experience penetrate me like arrows of pain and joy. And we tire. And we persevere. And we let go and we don't. And still I believe every moment is perfect as it is. It's the only moment we have, as each slips through the fingers of our time here.
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