AP 4519

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I love fate’s infinite hand It seems to show up everywhere If I try and understand it, It slips through my fingers like sand We are standing on a vast beach, you and I Why count the grains of sand When one forgetful moment And all counting is lost Stay at the majesty of zero It contains everything.
–Kavi Jezzie Hockaday

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