random thoughts...
its odd how you can know about a philosophy, read about it and even think you understand said philosophy until one day someone restates it to you and it seems to make more sence, seems more important than before
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I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
-Mary Frye
::hugs:: I hope you can figure things out, sweetie.
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