What if we never knew ourselves, the greatest gift to be transparent like a jellyfish and not assume that the world sees the same stuffing, the same heart, the same soul, the same breaking, the same joyful yelping. But instead, looks at our composition; all of those connective tissues, swirling into patterns that form us again and again, unrecognizable and yet the same. For you who make parts of parts, whole. For you who are windsprints.
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