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You are the species that must live inside its own inventions
He did not make me, move me, nor drag me to the center.
“stop attacking the threshold.”
What does it mean to organize oneself on purpose?
It’s true, but not enough
I recenter by naming what it isn’t. Then I can enter cleanly and enjoy what it is
“The one that fit,” I say
His greatest commercial triumph had been the Sorrow Wheel
“You’re hiding badly,” she said.
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His data pad buzzed once against the table
In early space exploration, communication was a line

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