People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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When our friends serve and die,
or serve and live, both fulfill the
hard moments that they must. We
must have some of each to begin
to understand. To remember and
comprehend lives that came before
and will come after. Though, in one
sense, we have already lived them,
some version of them. Full of mirth,
melancholy. We know, we will know,
and have always known. If I tell you
we repeat the cycle repeatedly, with
minor and gross variations, will you
believe me? Mayhap, you’ll call me
fool, question my sanity, as you have
many times before and since? Or, will
it be the time? I finally convince you.
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