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I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along.
I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too.
I am not washed and beautiful in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead I am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for.
Whose gnawed trees trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them.
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