the things
that happened.
you've run dry
of the story.
your story.
it's done.
the last ember in a roaring
fire
has died.
a peace
like no other overcomes
you.
how easily you walk now.
how quickly
you smile.
you stop and point
upwards,
saying to strangers,
have you ever
seen such
a wonderous blue
sky?
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