Doctor Grandma

We are all just

pebbles on a beach,

grains of sand,

parts of a wave rolling in to the land,

Snowflakes falling in a curtain of snow,

each one unique,

we gently blow on with the wind,

together we fall,

down to the Earth

who cradles us all.

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