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Grains

We’re not the center.
On our saddest days people still get married,
people still laugh,
people still dance.
On our happiest days people still die,
people still mourn
people still experience gravity.
We’re just a speck.
One grain of sand.
but each grain creates the beach,
and isn’t that something?
 
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