Dry

DRY
 
The leaves on the patio were dry. Someone has raked them into a pile and left them there. Now the rain falls on them and the wind scatters them.
 
I am dry. My skin is dry. My hair is dry. One day I will be dust again and the rain will fall on me and the wind will scatter me
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