Joshy, Maybe pooring the pain and longing from your heart out here is like holding a fist full sand out to the wind and slowly opening your hand. Things start to stream out, then poor out getting caught by the wind *smiles* that clensing wind you love to feel blowing over you so much. The wind takes away the sand, scatters it , lightening your burden. I am just sayin *VBS* love you, Wench
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