The morning has yet to distinguish us, one from the other.
Rock is as water, flesh is as dirt and the past seems to be
nothing at all. So here I am, alone but sitting right next
to you. I bend to gather up stones so as to take you
down. But the ones in my hand have turned into
sand, and the sand has just blown away.
I will remain here now.
Unscathed.
Peace
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