Nothing you say is thrown aside, but thrown inside. Thrown inside to settle in with all the other things you have said and done. Thrown to scatter and create. To grow a sapling and then a tree until there is nothing but forest in me. Let nothing die and no one live. This is what you say.
I. This is what you say…by G. Mramor
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