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  • They say that the rain, the oceans, is all the same water that has ever been here. It cycles, changes shape, form.
    They say we change too, dead skin cells, nails, all changes form, shape to become something else at another time.

    I got to thinking, as I stood watching another downpour from the heavens, that the very same rain that fell upon me, upon my garden, my house... could be part of the very same ocean that those who sailed on the Titanic perished in!

    They live on, not only in memory, but amongst us, with us, on us even. I find it almost reassuring, reaffirming, rather than anything creepy or weird.
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