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Two rivers converge to form one great one.
The water flowing slowly or swiftly, cold or warm,
depending on the terrain and the season
The river in its own...
natural time and pace makes its way to the sea.
The sun shines, clouds form, and the wind blows.
And high in the mountains, the rain falls,
to begin the process over and over.
So too - with a great love.
Two people converging to form one great one.
Moving forward - becoming more,
allowing for change and renewal.
Finding new and different forms of expression
and bringing out the best in one another,
are what those who love do.
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