Will we wake up in the body of a buffalo, running through the fields with our old friends? Or will we sleep with our favorite ghosts?
I'm just wondering what comes at the end.
I hope I meet you again.
You'll be a hummingbird. And I'll be a bumblebee. And we will fall in love in our new skin. We will talk all night about our philosophies. As we lay wondering what comes at the end… I hope I meet you again.
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