The act of anything is not what needs be depicted, for we know from exhaustedly discussed, there is an equal and opposite reaction. It is the emotional response that humanizes us, it is what puts passion in a piece, in our hearts, and soul. It is this uncontrollable nature that we familiarize with in a picture of tragedy, hope, triumph, pain. Without it we'd be a lemming, a defiance to our purpose. With it, we become victom to or we prevail from it.
Devestation swelled within them trying to consume their whole, but the cool breeze calmed the tragedy allowing hope to resurface. To which, they have already prevailed.
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