a little clod of dirt sat in the sunshine.
a cloud came along
and hit the clod of dirt
with a raindrop
turning it into a flower
thank you
said the flower
i like being a flower now
i will return
said the cloud
with another raindrop to keep you a flower
the flower waited
and waited
and waited
but the cloud never returned
and the flower died
and the sky looked down at the dirt
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