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Washing clean the rocks in A rainbow of thick moisture spraying off into the opaque depths Tangled streams of rain rushing quicker than gravity Eloquence of beauty translated into the speech of Roaring mist and pounding spray that careens into poo
A thrown skipping stone Sinking to the river floor Creeping to the shore
I'm like a pebble I've never been anything more than something as common as that However, it's that very average, common pebble that the not-so-average shoe kicks around.
Change It happens We don't see What used to be What exists right now Or what will be Nothing permanent Change can happen In less than in a minute Or more than a millennia
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