[ all at once he feels all the years of his age, and very sad. old sadness, new sadness. ]
I am the dead thing which eats his own people.
You are endlessness, I think. I smell this in you. Death and renewal over and over. We are things we did not choose to be, but we make the most of what we are anyway.
I would choose you every time, though. I sense that I have in my lives before, and that I will again. I think I am always meant to find you, because we are the same thing in two bodies.
When we die, my people go to the Sandhills. I think we always ask go to back to find each other, so we can finally go together. I am always yours.
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I am the dead thing which eats his own people.
You are endlessness, I think. I smell this in you. Death and renewal over and over. We are things we did not choose to be, but we make the most of what we are anyway.
I would choose you every time, though. I sense that I have in my lives before, and that I will again. I think I am always meant to find you, because we are the same thing in two bodies.
When we die, my people go to the Sandhills. I think we always ask go to back to find each other, so we can finally go together. I am always yours.