If time is a waterfall that carves its memory into a map on our skin, will you wade through the cascading flow with me? Let it wash away the pain even as it etches wrinkles on our faces. Let them see we have lived. Lived hard and long, without fear as deep as love dare go. Dare with me through the falls. What’s on the other side is meant for us to see and to claim. Isn’t it equally likely the dystopian writers are mistaken? Let us prove a new dawn is nothing to fear as water keeps us alive.
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