we came from the water ,it runs through our ancient days.down the long years to this moment,coursing through our lives,like the biooding of kings.a swiftly flowing stream,of memory and sorrow.one drop of water,of blood,and then another,can become a ripple.a river,a rising torrent,unstoppable,which in time,breaks down all resistance to flow free once again.on the journey to it's destiny.
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