Where are rainstorms born? Some are born of the breath of ancient forests, some of the tears of the wind... Wherever your rainstorm begins, that's where your journey begins. Seek the birthplace of your rainstorm and you shall understand the source of your soul.
By the light of the silvery moon
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*Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How
good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying. Sara Teasdale*
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