where mountains collide with sea.
where music dances through the springtime air.
and people dance in response. freely. incessently. harmoniously. 
this is the moment.
when friends from ages past. and new acquaintences
gather on common ground.
and feet tap in rhythm with stringed instruments.
this is the place.
where the rain usually falls.
but somehow ceases.
to make allowance for blue skies that match our spirits.
this is the moment.
that teaches us impermance.
as beautiful chords must conclude.
and paths must inevitably diverge.
this is the place.
that will always be a part of us.
as the music that fills our souls.
inspires the next steps our feet take.
this is the moment.
to be embraced. and let go of.
to be loved. and abandoned.
as life flows on. the evolving symphony that it is.
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