Sand

You may slip through my fingers.

You may be unable to hold water.

You may hold onto me, then watch me slip, like the water.

You, my dear, may be everywhere and nowhere,

But I am with you, right here, for you are like sand,

Each granule as distinct as the other, but when held, still remains sand.

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