I was told once that in every mile of sand, there is a grain from every other mile of sand on the planet.


"I did what I set out to do. I said all I wanted to say. Somehow, I knew that I was needed, and I was there for you. Our worlds met for a brief time once again. Now you'll be alright, and so will I.
Farewell again, my friend. If you need me I'll be there."


Like sand in your palm.. the tighter you grasp, the more I slip through your fingers.
But.. if you let me blow into the wind... once I've swept across the world, I will return.

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