17,885 (more or less)

Trying to escape the lie that there was another day that could’ve been–something with more walking, running, skipping perhaps, less pain, which you and I measure in numbers, whole or in pieces, because how could you measure it otherwise? The way you might

Measure a life in years, decades, fractions of things. We are all just fractions of things.

Kaleidoscope humans

Seen whole

Only from great heights.

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