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Minuscule ants make a flightless beeline along a sandbox perimeter. In their wake, a few grains of sand Fall out of their confining place.   One day, perhaps, they shall be free, back to a convivial reunion by the sea. One could traverse the length and depth and breadth of this and back and still have more to ponder on and discover! But as the grains within that pit outnumber the billions alive today; only stars of night can reflect their gaze.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
reflecting upon sandbox grains
Minuscule ants make a flightless beeline along a sandbox perimeter. In their wake, a few grains of sand Fall out of their confining place.   One day, perhaps, they shall be free, back to a convivial reunion by the sea. One could traverse the length and depth and breadth of this and back and still have more to ponder on and discover! But as the grains within that pit outnumber the billions alive today; only stars of night can reflect their gaze.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
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