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From high a silent body fell, another...then...another. Someone's father...someone's mother...husband...grandpa... sister...brother. They fell into the clouds that day caught by angels on their way. Can our tears be also caught to cement love what hate has wrought? A cloud of dust, and they were gone. A summer's day, a bitter song. We became those who were lost, brothers, sisters, differences tossed. Now, twenty years along the road, both good and bad have been bestowed. We've learned some things from that sad day we can find each other but a smile away.