We are cast into oblivion, no matter the toil are bones cannot finish the task at hand. For the seasons will take over and our souls will return. We are a spark in the ether, we are falling leaves. I have been caught many times by delicate fingers as I have falllen through the realms of thought. There have been times when I have caught my wings on the wind and flown effortlessly through space and time, though sadly from there I witness the decay of my friends and loved ones as time drapes its unwelcome arms around them.
The more I die the more I know.
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