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Saturday, January 22, 2005

The story of a cloud...

One day, a small cloud passes above a desert… & while flying & viewing the world from above , she saw a small hill there , shining with her gold sands, & she liked her… she asked her: how can I meet u??
The hill responded: you must be a rain to meet me…
But the cloud became sad , because she knew that when she is a rain she will die…
The hill saw her, & said: your rain make my face full of flowers & life…
So the cloud became very happy & she said : then , I accept to die if that makes you happy & beautiful…

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