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A Flow Of Tears
It is a constant flow running down both cheeks. Sobs of grief increase that steady flow.
Thoughts of this cannot possibly have happened, increases the flow even more.
The flooding flow finally takes your breath away. You gasp and wheeze trying to get air.
The new air reaches your lungs and the flow of tears increases even more.
You think, surely there can be no more tears in me. Then it starts all over again. I must look ahead to hope.