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Ripples

It happens that way
Life
One minute it’s great, unaboundfully joyful
The next minute?
Harsh, cruel
There is no noticable feeling of this change
But if one were to look back they would see the signs
Subtle
Like the last remaining ripples of water being disturbed
The disturbance is the joy
The end of the ripples leads to the calm
The cruel

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