Like colored and uncoloured glass containers each of us are.
We collide and we rub with each other and we get scratches and we break.
The more pieces we break into and more scratches we get, more noises we make.
The noises of experience and stories there of to listen to each other.
We need each other also to hold the broken pieces together and to solve the puzzle of who we are!
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