I am the sunshine that peeks through the billowy clouds after a fresh summer rain. I talk to myself to remind me of my thoughts; yet have not had the whim to either answer back, or have an unknown voice answer me. I am a stream that aches to be a river; I'm a river, rushing to become a waterfall, wishing to be a stream again. I was created I believe, to be the mother of boys. My life belongs on earth, with the one; my heart with the other, until it's my time. I am nothing at all unless I am everything.
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