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…my memories represent something that still is. But this is not the case. Death permeates our lives. It is the constant cessation of what is to make room for what can be, for that next fleeting moment. It is only when I cling to these moments, to this illusion of a persistent self, that I fear death …
Ross Ulbricht
Maria Rattray
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