Epiphany
I sat there… cold, hot, still. Waiting. Thinking. Then a voice came in the stillness, quiet, too quiet said my name. Asked me something strange… Chaos, no regrets? Peace, but scars? Before I could answer, my phone rang. "Wura mi". I smiled. sped off. No backward glance. Now I know what shapes my stance.
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