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A Letter from My Bones:
We are here to remind you of who you are.
You are temporary.
You are broken.
You are pieces and parts that fit together less and less comfortably.
You are a sputtering and coughing stream of semi-consciousness.
See how easily the veneer peels away and exposes your frailty?
See how your posture mimics a sail on a still afternoon?
You are the scent of stale, empty space.
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