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In The Water I Saw My Father's Face, And That Face Saw The Face Of Its Father, And So On, And So On, Reflecting Backward To The Beginning Of Time, To The Face Of God, In Whose Image We Were Created.

I Try Not To Remember The Life That I Didn’t Want To Lose But Lost And Have To Remember

I Realized I Was On A Something Island. 'how Did I Get Here,' I Wondered, Surrounded By Nothing, "and How Can I Get Back?

There Has Yet To Be A Human To Survive A Span Of History Without At Least One End Of The World.

What Does It Remember Like?