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passings

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As life creates a dark cloud spilling the contaminated rains of our lives, the sun is patiently waiting behind biding its time to come back on stage and light up all the cracks and pits that have been submerged in the blackness of doubt, grief, dispair and loathing. Flowers bloom and flowers wilt. It takes both to keep the balance in the cycle.