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If there is one thing left after we’re gone,
one small thing that matters,
even an echo in a canyon,
even a faint scent on a breeze,
then we haven’t lived in vain,
have we?
Such was the beauty of Cimmy’s garden, and how proud she was of it! It was the most beautiful place on earth, she thought, this walled garden of hers, this heavenly shelter in the middle of existence, this place where everything was flawless.
There was a place inside this knot of metal limbs from which he could see the entire manifold branching overhead; it made him feel that as small as he was, compared to this enormous metal monster, he was the soul in the machine, the essential component that allowed the whole system to work.
Because I’m me, I get to feel the thunder,
and see how life expands inside a bloom.
Because I’m me I dare to touch the sunset,
and walk at ease under a silver moon.