I thought of going there, to Central Asia, and refill the Aral Sea with tears. I could succeed in filling it with My Reason and many other reasons to cry. Then, grab some reasons to feel positive and be happy and even laugh, and come back here. There are always reasons to both cry and smile, indeed. We just have to choose.
If only I could fly on a paper plane, on a paper crane...and cry where water is needed. So many droughts on Earth, so many dying lakes and seas...and so much pain and tears to be cried.
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