I , no more than a flurry in a Winter storm , or drop of water in a raging sea , alone , left to my own devices , entrapped in deafening solitude and sorrow ..A minute particle afloat , riding breeze , destination uncharted , skeptical apprehension , destined to become dirt , ingested , born anew , repeating nature's furious cycle forever......
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