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Drip

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st
arts
slowly
as the water
seeps through the
crack in the window frame and
coagulates bit by liquid bit into something
more than the individual parts that make it up.
It grows and morphs, bends and stretches, seeming
always to push beyond the boundaries that it is
supposed to obey.  Then, when it can hold
no more, it pulls away from that
to which it holds,
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