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Out of the shadows creeps a tiny drop of light. He is so small and looks so out of pace amongst the dirt, grime, darkness, and evil aura surrounding everything. He rolls along the floor, leaving a trail of hope behind him which is quickly snuffed out by passers-by. The darkness attempts to cover the little quivering ball of light, but he still shines through. He begins to grow, even though in the worst of places. Despite all of the setbacks, he begins to brighten the world. Such a small, insignificant ball, but he brings smiles, hope, love to a dark, unforgiving, hateful world. I think I can see flowers in the trash.