I love bubbles.
All different sizes & colours. They all have a life span. Some last until the clouds, some pop right away. Some graze along the grass and some land and observe for a while. You can catch some, but inevidably, some will get away from you.
People are like bubbles. They are perfectly round only showing you the surface closest to you. Others see another surface. It isn’t until a person dies that you get to see the whole picture. You share with family and friends your perspective of the bubble you knew, and they do the same. At the end of the day, when all the guests have gone and you say your last goodbyes, you know this person better than you ever have before. I have known many a great bubble.
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