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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1770

We said “I don’t know” to one another. We accepted and confessed to one another weakness, even vulnerability. Then we got to work. Open, then work. Then we had to accept that closing would inevitably come. With it despair. It was all flowing into each other. We saw. We see. We fight. We embrace. Flame and cool water.

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