| The sence..... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The sence..... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I am here...somewhere....can you see me?...na!..but I am here that is for sure. I am living...I breathing... Not healthy clean air, actually...but breathing....also feeling....thinking.... It does not seem like I exist.... but..I'm here! I want to Thank you .....for FINDING me, among this crowd. ..:o)..... | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| The sand grain....a part of a whole.... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Am I like a sand grain?...somehow. Isn�t is nice to be there, though.....??? Here is my chance for being blown by the wind....or....perhaps, in somebody�s eye!..... | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Yes......is good to be The Sand Grain.......after all... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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What does it make the sence of being there? |
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