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“I know not how I came, nor how I see you sheer,
for the heavens gleamed when you were sent to these banks of mine.
I have watched you grow with the lurking summer’s suns.
I have watched you droop with the snow’s fluffy covers.
Cried with you when your last leaves touched my waters.
But even in your skeletal self, you were all I longed to reflect.
If you had the ears and I had all the words in this world,
I shall still stay silent and faithfully reflect your every curves.
It is in the hush, and all that matters is our every hush,
which shall truly keep you mine!”


Which one are you?

If you saw the lamp first, then you are a thinker.
If you saw the PC first, then you are a machinist.
If you saw the glasses first, then you have a clear vision.
If you saw the pen first, clearly you are a writer:)

A story to be told must be a story to be heard

Sunday evening at Traynor, kitchener