Where do our tears go when we cry?
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Terminé jeu., mai 21, 202010m
Where do our tears go when we cry? I always ask myself after a dream I had.
Tears are meant to drain down your nose and throat
This causes your tears to run down through the nasal bone and into the back of your nose and down your throat. When you cry, producing many tears, the tears mix with the mucus in your nose, which is why your nose runs when you cry. (According to Google)
Just wanted to share my thoughts with a semi fiction story. I wrote this earlier Today. This is my version. Stay safe. Stay at home.
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