Life is short. For some a day, for some decades. No difference as we spin around space on our earthen ball of experience. Billions who have come before us, as us, birthed us. Billions to come after, here or there, as us, through us. Spinning in one universe of many, universality. Riding one spiral of time, infinity. Clinging to the physical yet with metta in our spirits. Touching, kissing, feeling, loving, looking – searching through glassy eyes into the mirror of reflections. Pain, confusion, explanation, only half seeing. Laughing. Dancing. Moving, because we can. One day, one night. Another day, another night. Another week. Month. Year. Years.
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