I sit, You tear
I long, You groan
I miss, You miss
I reminisce, You ponder
I smile, You laugh
I watch faces, You hide yours
I anticipate, You are lonely
I create, You whisper
We are that we are, no cataclysm, distance or power could ever change that. We are birthed, forged, created by the most Holy Spirit. People of the wind, ever coming, ever changing.....ever present, ever troubling and because you and I are, we will be. You, me, we will rise again
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