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Oct 2014
The rainy day ended and a walk revealed
many lone raindrops on leaves and branches..
Water had been reconfigured from its flow
its pooling and singular constitution..
Now we saw individual drops as prisms
each its own reflection and color of light..
Such we are with our makeup of water
each of us a prism and
each of us Water...
CharlesC
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