_I watched the purple dust rise higher into the sky, thinking “How can something be so beautiful, yet so destructive at the same time?_

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_So chaotic, but so peaceful?_

_Have love, but be filled with so much hate?_

_Have hope, yet hold so much fear?_

_Be forgiving, but hold so many grudges?_

_Be light, but so dark?_

_Have empathy, but be so cold?_

_Hold warmth, but too much ice?_

_How could something so magical be so devastating?_

_And how could something so kind be so evil?_

_These thoughts drifted through my head as I listened to the silent sound of my umbrella ruffling in the wind._

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_How could things end like this when all was well before?_

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