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In the Echo

I am pondering the meaning of so much destruction in so little time, touching the spirits of mindful watchers gazing at the signs of the last days. The end of the desperate did not come because they expected it; a thief arrives when the house is empty. We buried our words beneath poignant sensations hidden from the living, wishing to resurrect sentiments to share with the deceased. When death comes, let my last words echo, “I love you.

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