Droplets, droplets: We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path.
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He has tipped us over, all of us in our teetering expectancy, and now we are pouring toward him, coursing on a wave of sound, of roaring shouts and applause.
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They are the moon; we are a tide, their tide, and under their direction we will wipe clean all the sickness and blight from the world.
Autore: Lauren Oliver
