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Tiny droplets falling from the sky. Collecting in puddles spreading across the land as time passes by. Rapidly forming into small pools causing dams to bow. Spilling over the edges with the will of gravity the collection of droplets start to flow. Moving ever so steadily the trickling begins to grow. Nourishing the lands and bringing back the life. Streams become rivers and rivers become lakes. With the majority of these tiny droplets stay content with this journeys end. Still some strive forward with the current pressing them on. Finding the ocean so mighty and strong.
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