Everything in it's time
The sky is brooding this morning.
Tension is building.
The rain will start soon.
And so it is, at times, with another, the tension builds, we know our part, we don't know the heart of the other. We wait, dreading the breaking of the tension, yearning for the flow to open up.
Everything in it's time.
Tension is building.
The rain will start soon.
And so it is, at times, with another, the tension builds, we know our part, we don't know the heart of the other. We wait, dreading the breaking of the tension, yearning for the flow to open up.
Everything in it's time.
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