"Reach for the inner depths, keep the faith open wide and never cover the sores, even when they are bleeding like crazy", I thought as I was walking home late one evening. On the way to my door, I met this crazy-looking man who stopped me and asked me for a moment of my time. "Time," I said. "Time. That's one thing I got plenty of, I guess." He looked a little uneasy as my words began to wander over to his side of the street, but as soon as my eyes met his, our words seemed to be walking side by side, holding hands, in the soft light of a hanging streetlight. Rain was pouring down, and our voices just kept floating through the night, not worrying over any tomorrows.
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