![]() And sometimes tool aren't even needed, it can simply be a jukebox with it's forever melody to a group that is a memory, the parting gift to a friend, a companion for your travels. Sometimes it is simply getting a piece of wood, mending the tools, forging the weaponry, before handing it to another. Yet, life isn't defined by the thumping of the heart and the desperate intakes of breath. Many see life as a blaze of glory, a battle cry full of want, an arrow of anguish, a taunt before the blade. They stumble, a misstep, a wrong turn, a hiccup, before taking a deep breath, and the cycle starts again. The rush of inhale, a new life has begun, and the world keeps on spinning. They say death is as much a part of us as breathing.
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