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17 Human Ashes Even if we are what we were, our senses, our crying, laughing, so many dawns, such long nights, so many dreams and wishes, even if fulfillment betrayed longing, even if it didn’t, even if what we are is joy that loves itself and sorrow is a way of seeming free from any vanishing, even if we are creatures with pasts, beasts with prayers, even if some lasting aspect 18 of our essence is beyond its sad occasion, what part was strong then, what part weak, what part as a child did I touch, whatever part placed my head in its hands and soothed me and whatever part loathed the rest to death doesn’t anymore feel that discrepancy between the fire and ash, love or love lost. ...

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