We are so brief.
A one-day dandelion.
A seedpod skittering across the ice.
We are a feather falling from the wing of a bird.
I don't know why it is given to us to be so
mortal and to feel so much.
It is a cruel trick, and glorious.
--Louise Erdrich
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