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Quietly they fall, disturbing nothing.
No trace left behind as they vanish.
Yet their existence holds so much.
A clear morsel full of turmoil.
How can something so light
contain such a heavy load?
Perhaps when there are many
they share an equal portion,
easing the pain they carry
one itself could not bear.
Together they bring strength.
Alone they would surely die.
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