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              As the sun rose, a dew drop became aware of its surroundings.
            
            
              There it sat on a leaf, catching the sunlight and throwing it back out.
            
            
              Proud of its simple beauty, it was very content. Around it were other
            
            
              dew drops, some on the same leaf and some on other leaves round
            
            
              about. The dew drop was sure that it was the best, the most special
            
            
              dew drop of them all.
            
            
              Ah, it was good to be a dew drop.
            
            
              The wind rose and the plant began to shake, tipping the leaf. Terror
            
            
              gripped the dew drop as gravity pulled it towards the edge of the
            
            
              leaf, towards the unknown. Why? Why was this happening? Things
            
            
              were comfortable. Things were safe. Why did they have to change?
            
            
              Why? Why?
            
            
              The dew drop reached the edge of the leaf. It was terrified, certain
            
            
              that it would be smashed into a thousand pieces below, sure that
            
            
              this was the end. The day had only just begun and the end had come
            
            
              so quickly. It seemed so unfair. It seemed so meaningless. It tried
            
            
              desperately to do whatever it could to cling to the leaf, but it was no
            
            
              use.
            
            
              Finally, it let go, surrendering to the pull of gravity. Down, down it
            
            
              fell. Below there seemed to be a mirror. A reflection of itself seemed
            
            
              to be coming up to meet the dew drop. Closer and closer they came
            
            
              together until finally...
            
            
              And then the fear transformed into deep joy as the tiny dew drop
            
            
              merged with the vastness that was the pond. Now the
            
            
              dew drop was no more, but it was not destroyed.
            
            
              It had become one with the whole.