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Maybe in the next life we’ll meet each other for the first time — believing in everything but the harm we’re capable of. Maybe we’ll be the opposite of buffaloes. We’ll grow wings, and spill over the cliff as a generation of monarchs, heading home. ...You and I, we were real. We laughed knowing joy would tear the stitches from our lips. On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

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