When will the wagon fatigue? Some snowflakes see a world beyond repair. Striving in their egos to control their flight. Unaware of the storm. Unaware of the wind.
Softly we dance. Is it not enough to caress an angel's wing? Must we grasp a feather as we go by? Fight and fit over a strand of heavan. This is our body broken ourselves. This is our blood shed ourselves.
Covet we shall the starshine. Covet we shall the gentle breeze. The greater story is lost. We are but nails in the greater weave. We are but snowflakes in the universal storm.
Take and eat.
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