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The consecutive drip of the monumental drop that is this moment. Your entire life rushes through a hose, to the spigot someone turned off. The persistent desire of each drop desperately pushing to fall from the faucet of your future into the splash of your present, has rusted through the metal of hesitance allowing one moment to slip through at a time. As the present drop splashes into the past, the next drop, delicately hanging from the faucet has reached its dew point. It falls free of all constraints- to splash, sending hundreds of tiny droplets flying in every direction, each touching the first thing in their path to create the repercussions of your being.