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Assume nonfrangibility.
Dear Diary,Last night I fell from the sky. 4500 feet. Seeing from horizon to horizon, feeling the pure joy of someone who has no idea how frangible their bones really are...and I go to bed every night knowing that I am already gone, that this is a coda to a long and fruitful life, that every day is a boon not to be forgotten or wasted. Reprioritize, there's no time to dally on things that don't involve dallying, you can sleep in the winter with the rest of the world... LIVE! |