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we grow into our toughness like snakes, molting hope.
A comedy ends in a wedding, they say. A tragedy in death. An epic comes full circle to end where it began, but— oh, endings!— take your time, I say. Come late!
And what will you think looking back? That in your rush to know your friend you forgot how statements are postures, not truths, and most people mysteries even to themselves?