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white birds doves of pure love fly side by side between heaven and earth touching white wings from time to time kissing beaks wingtip caresses going higher and higher up to dappled-gray clouds watered drops fall golden drops of balm heaven coming closer earth falling behind one dove of white looks back at the other then soars away and one dove descends finds its home alone in the treetops
**A dream my uncle had when my aunt passed away**
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