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It is said that the bird’s cry is that of a beautiful song.
We are currently constructing. Building bridges and laying out tracks. Reading and learning new things. Turning things around. Looking at the things we do from another perspective. And the things we have done. Unlearning old habits to make room for new ones. We are finally at ease with our selfs. Watching the world fall around us. Pointing at it while calmly saying “we told you so”.
Out of the ashes like a phoenix.
