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I have witnessed seeds of good intentions grow into gardens of delight. I have witnessed soul mates torn from one another’s arms by addictions, fatal illness and disease.  I have witnessed the inchworm dreaming through the eyes of the wolf. I have witnessed in the hearts of the fearful a paper bird whose time for flight had not yet arrived. I have witnessed the ashen procession of tears that forever wander through shadowed streets, unable to reconnect with the joy or sadness that had once cried them.