Are we so different?
Does the river not cry as it stumbles and falls?
Is the flesh of rock not the same as mine only hardened by age?
Do your tears not join others and flow to the sea?
Your breathe, nourishment for another soul?
Your sweat damp like earth after rain?
Are we so different?
After all?
Jeni McMillan 
…love how still you are with the rushing water.
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Thanks Gabriel! It’s nice to make the contrast by using the slow shutter speed, non?
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