Tell the tale of the detail…
The water that pours from thy spout fills my mouth. I am a thirsty pit. I do not know where you come from; where you have been; or where you will go, but for this moment I hold you in my soul. I hold onto you as long as I can, because I need you. You give me life. Unfortunately, you will not stay long. You never do, but a constant flow keeps me alive. I am only a short stop along your journey. A resting place to pause and play. You will swim through my channels. Get lost in my current. Maybe splash up onto my shores. You will get to know me the way I have gotten to know you after all these years, but before long you will be on your way. There is only one rout of escape, and you will discover it. If not the current will take you there. Throughout your journey you will find more places to play. I only hope you will have enjoyed me the most.
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