Returning home any time soon is impossible. We are spirits after all, sent down to inhabit delicate bodies. Bodies that for all our efforts, remain tethered to a desire for the fleeting things. One day, we think, we will sate this unbearable hunger, slake this unbearable thirst. We are staggering angels, forever on a quest to unveil the point o…
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