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I imagine myself a sand dune

in a barren desert,

shaped each day

by unseen breezes

our hopes, our disappointments,

our quiet tragedies

and rare moments of light.

I rise and fall,

never the same,

yet always carrying

the weight of all that has passed.

One day,

a heavy rain will come,

flattening every curve

I thought was mine.

And still,

in that final silence,

the desert will remember

the whispers

I stitched into its dust.