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Words between friends - how they cross the land, skim the oceans, ride the skies! Like birds, they have wings, and ''neither snow, nor sleet, nor rain'' nor anything can stay their flight. But the heart of the words stays home, safe in the embrace of the one who gave them birth. Perhaps some message goes astray - it matters not. The heart of it, still safe at home, may wing it on its way again, and it will reach the one who waits its coming. But should the message find this friend has left his home, for one too far from here, the words may fail to reach him, but the thought will still ring clear - You are remembered, You are loved, You are dear!

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