This Healing and Hungry Machine

It is built from industry, allegiance, and the pounding of Mozart’s piano keys. While dogged and unflinching, it sometimes falls victim to disease and a bullet’s undoing. Ancient as stones and excavated bones, its saving grace is reflected in the bright eyes of the living. Its terrors and affections: branded with tears and heaven’s DNA. Sunrise and wildfires forge its warrior light. Its enduring rhythms are generated by thunder and the steadiest of drums. This human heart we have formed—long may it allow us to live and love.

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