Photo by Marc Kleen

It is a wonder how each little raindrop falls to the ground, crashes,

then disappears.

What a sad, cruel world

To give the thrill of Flight

From the Heavens above-

To give it so freely,

and Natural

only to stop

when arriving

and mix with others

to form

a pool

crudely reflecting its home

in the sky,

becoming but an image of what it once was.

— daria of change

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all that you touch you change. all that you change changes you. the only lasting truth is change. god is change.” ― octavia e. butler

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Daria Benedict

Daria Benedict

Writer. Lover. Pianist. Activist. Singer. Rapper. Philosopher. Digital Strategist. Marketer. Passionate producer of ideas that change the world. @dariaofchange

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