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sand

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Kankuruo thinks his family is like sand.

They are so close;

he can feel them around him like sand

shifting beneath his feet, but should he try to hold them,

to try to touch them and bring them any closer,

they fall through his fingers

like grains of sand.

And no matter how hard they try

to build up that sand into something real,

something strong and binding to keep them together,

a single gust of wind

would take it all away.

And so, they are left once again with

only grains of sand

falling

through their rough, calloused fingers.

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A/N: Just something random that came to me. Please review constructively.