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The house, crumbling vestige of a time long past, was once a vibrant hive of activity. A fisherman with skin weathered by sun & wind, would sit on the stone porch, mending nets & spinning tales of legendary catches.

We build such tough armor to survive the modern world. We have to, just to weather the constant bombardment of information & the sheer velocity of daily life. Yet, underneath that armor, we are all just flesh & bone, waiting for news, hoping for more time, terrified of the unknown.