what if equilibrium
were a fractalled mirror
what if we held it
half of it in the light
half of it in the darkness
and looked at ourselves
would we not cry
It was the last promise to be kept. My grandparents reposed where they had longed to be, at last. For yes, I had tarried. The morning sea ...
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