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  • I always thought as a child that the rain were tears from Heaven
    I learned later that tears are not just a sign of sadness but of happiness and I was always next to the window trying to figure out which ones were the ones pouring on a certain day.
    When I grew up I knew more things about the little drops that fall from our hearts when we are sad.I do not remember many occasions in my life when they were coming from happy moments .But to release them was always a wonderful feeling of freedom.
    I understood later the thought of someone more enlightened than me “If our eyes never have tears, our souls never could have rainbows"
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