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Have you ever wondered how many grains there are in a hand-full of sand?
Thousands? Maybe even a million?
And have you ever wondered, if you take a single grain and put it on your finger tip, whether you could still call it sand? Or would it only be able to carry that name once it is surrounded by numerous others?
Running my fingers through this dirty brown mass covering the ground behind the car wash, I'm reminded of my childhood, when I used to play in the sand box, building castles and baking inedible cakes.
Back then when my parents and I still lived in our house, before they decided to move into a fancy multiple-story apartment, far away from New York's suburbs.
I always viewed the sand as a whole, never paying attention to the single grains. Because without each other, they were useless to me.
And that is exactly how I feel.
