there is a rainbow there is a cliff who by chance catch each other's attention "what are you?" asks the rainbow "in human words, I am cliff" replies the cliff "and in human words you are the soul of light seen through raindrops" states the cliff the rainbow beams and asks "what are human words?" the cliff ponders for a moment as if it can ponder "human words are this right here where the two of us exist and in a moment we will be gone" answers the cliff from which a small stone breaks free and tumbles into the abyss thus the rain moves northwest and the sunlight releases a quiet sorrow in the cliff as it witnesses the end of the rainbow
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