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Let the Last Thing Be Song
It’s not unlike how we feel about death: We know we’re going to die, but does it have to be now? Can it not be now, please? Can it just be, always be, a little later? Until exhausted, stalemated, and without reconciling anything, we finally surrender. And like the wise frog, we jump out of the pot into the unknown.
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