Water pouring, tumbling out in a gushing stream.
People gather, to hold their cups under it's flow.
Each has their portion, and continues, refreshed completely, in their heart and soul.
Every one, motionless and still.
For if you are always moving, how can you be filled?
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Ramblings
RandomThis is where I will write random ideas or stand-alone paragraphs that are completely ridiculous, and as I said before, random.
