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/- I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die. - /
I'm Danielle and people think I am who I'm not. I have a thing for words.
~
Decaying mind(s),
"And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened."
