I went away to find myself,
and as I lay on the ground, composting this body away, I realize that I am 80.
The details of the human no longer matters, but the acceptance that there is something greater than just this single body, that beneath it all, is truely that, all.
I love you.
I’m sorry I left you.
You are 80.
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