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Is it a bird? Is it a plane? We recognize our perception often plays tricks on us. We understand we can easily mistake appearances for reality, challenging the certainty of our knowledge and facing the fragility of our truth.
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Those mornings were fragile things — like flowers blooming in the middle of a battlefield. She hadn’t realized then that the soil beneath them was already drowned in blood and bone, too rotten to let life truly take root.
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