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Skies
open up in the not so often gray to white and blue,
giving to her sister
life.
Wonder is the most common of feelings
during this ever so precious giving of,
Does she cry tears of joy or sadness?
The blooming surfaces (reflective and collective) abate when she is done.
By her tears, we live.
From her sister, we have life.
Giving is in the same nature as taking when seen from afar.
I wish for rain.
(2009)
