This was to have been the burning eight.

At that time I stared blankly into a blank future, contemplating blankness and the burn charts of old ladies, the death charts of small children, the natal charts of the newly-born and ventilator-having.

Now I have all the good of the world in the one hand and every burning thing in the other.

Shall I weave them or shall I choose?

As for what shall become of me?

Yes, I still must wonder that-- it is a greater value than what has.

So says I.

Je demanderai.

<<agé chose>>

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