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The grateful winds
That carried my father's ashes
Have left behind the bones.
The playthings of ants, next season's
Building birds, know nothing of the man.
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per·son \ˈpər-sən\ (noun) - an ephemeral collection of small, irrational decisions
The fun thing about evolution (and science in general) is that it happens whether you believe in it or not.
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