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One
single droplet
of the purest water
floats down through the
silent air, as if suspended in
time. We all watch this, in its un-
scath ed perfection, free of dirtiness and
corruption. A fragile microcosm of the world
we all long for so much, one that we want to
attain so much but cannot, this last symbol of
of purity and flawlessness is nearing its de-
mise. All watch with silent screams, for
they know that the perfect shape
and form of the pure droplet
will be nothing more
when
it
hits.
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NOTES: This was the first time I really had direction on any assignment in the term, and I was quite pleased with the result. The "droplet" as I now call it, has always represented innocence, purity, and perfection, but when it hits the ground, it's just a puddle. So it's just an idea I have been thinking about for a long time and I decided this was the perfect opportunity to express it.
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