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Life will. That was something smart people said. Life will out. Life will find a way. I thought that meant life goes on and that whatever that basic, primal driver of life was, it won. Every time. It would push through and remind you, often with cruel strokes, that any pretense of human control was an illusion. We were
The Memory of Butterflies
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