Mist rises and forms a cloud in the sky.
And it moves along the contours of the earth,
effected by temperate pressures an vacuums, seemingly lost in its own structure.
But before long the weight of its own creation transformed into tiny drops of water.
And it rained down onto the ocean,
and it became the ocean which it has always been,
only never realized before now.
And a once tiny drop of water knew that to become the ocean
it had to transcend and be liberated from mist.
And the ocean tells the tale of how it has been cleansed to remain pure.
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Blessings,
Christine