#195-Perception

A tiny droplet of water meets a teardrop near the tip of a green leaf.

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I’m a water drop, what are you?

A teardrop.

I come from moisture in the air.

I come from a person’s eye.

How?

When they’re sad, or happy, I’m created.

That’s confusing.

Maybe that’s why you’re crystal clear and I’m blurry.

It doesn’t matter. I like you anyway.

You’re kind.

And we both sparkle, see?