Identities alter. Concentrated in some circumstances and less
in others. The concentrated doses are reflections of that one drop.
Once that drop is exposed into the sea of still waters, the waves
start to form.
The waves move so remotely. Pragmatic and yet ponderously.
As if each wave had behind it an essence of such depth. So vague
and blurry,but vigorous in it's crash upon the shore. The conception
becomes real.
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