She gazed upon the backdrop, bright With hues of sky-blue-pink, And wandered, hardly knowing quite Where each new step would sink. The warm wind tossed her auburn hair, Dropped salt upon her lips, And brought to her the fragrant air, As if on laden ships. She paused a while and tuned her ear Toward the …
Some people come into our lives and we hardly know they are there. They drop in and right back out again like callers to a crowded open house. But then there are those who come inside and take up residence, and almost imperceptibly they change who we will become… and we them.
The ocean’s waves come quietly ashore,
Then disappear as quickly as they came.
No matter what the sand was like before,
When water leaves, it’s never quite the same.
Some people come into our lives and we hardly know they are there. They drop in and right back out again like callers to a crowded open house. But then there are those who come inside and take up residence, and almost imperceptibly they change who we will become… and we them.
Dark Side of the Moon 
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