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Life and breath are precious gifts that do not keep.

Scars and memories wrinkle in time

You can be here, and still be gone.

a bird’s wing; a mountain; hacking away.

“And it dawned in me: ‘I could eat you alive.'”

We’re not forever. We are universal. Don’t let words take that from us.

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