echoing laughter

there is a truth about seam rippers that no one seems to acknowledge.

they are there to either rip apart a useless piece of cloth, one at the very end, or one that is going to be made into something new.

so here’s the question of the burning hour:

will we leave here stronger than we came or broken into pieces, thrown into the wind? 

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