This place terrifies, amazes and humbles me.
When I die I want to crumble into the earth, be pecked at by birds, be consumed by dirt and clay and return to life as grass and eucalyptus and shrill cicadas. I want to stare at the sky for all eternity and die and be reborn over and over til the day that there will only be night.
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