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. for public domain Wind has long formed ripples, pebbles too, upon a shallow river bed, a hand agrasp a wooden oar, fingers dangling in play, skipping rounded stones, a gentle breath exhaled, a sound so soft and brief, a water bug lept off a fallen leaf, rumbling hooves upon the ground, an earthquake miles away, a sonic boom high in the sky, a blast of thunder from a storm, a raindrop, a teardrop, a dewdrop, a letter torn to pieces tossed upon the waves, a sealed bottle with hope in a message, a piece of litter thrown thoughtlessly, bows of gliding canoes and great ships, muscular arms chopping in competition, cannon balls and falling masts in war, sailors who stepped off the plank, melted ores from raging craters, and kites and balloons with broken string. In every ripple a partial record of a history, some great, some small, much forgotten, but not all. That's all. That's all.

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