You live at the beginning of the Yangtze River,
I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, as I cannot see you.
We both drink this water.
When will this water evaporate?
When will this sorrow end?
I hope that your heart is the same as mine
So that we won't lessen this ache of missing each other.
attributed to the Chinese Poet LuPo
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I had a dream about digging for geoducks on a cold, windy, rainy beach somewhere. As the shallow waves drift in and out, I scan the dark black sand in front of the rapidly moving waterline for any hint of the bubbles. I could almost picture the huge clam nestled three feet down, below the soft silt, only poking the snout up for an occasional breath of air, and to tease me. Not seeing any bubbles gave me an even colder chill, as if they were elsewhere, or hiding, or even possibly dead. I wondered if I would ever see them again.
Today I saw the bubbles…………
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