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Nothing is last, nothing first.
Everything is a wheel. Here and here and here with no room for there. Even infinity is a loop twisting back on itself. While dark, also light. Up, also down. Try to mark what ends from what starts, walk on this spinning ball east to west or north to south and the place you began is also moving, like the horizon out of reach. Stand still and ride through the night sky that holds the morning light. Morning, the crescent moon hangs like a comma in the sentence of your life. Follow it.
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