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Distilled

Ripples on the surface.
The water moves.
As we move along.
Searching for truth.

Distilled by footsteps.
Distilled by voices.
Distilled by arguments.
Distilled by choices.

The water moves.
No matter who touches.
Distilled by everything.
Is this a sign?
Written by Madcinder
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Another short piece.
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