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I am given choise Two things exist a grain of sand a seed a cell and a tangled thread, its pattern, unknown. As man stands bird cries or the tare of a wand[[??]] or splitting of the sky or a rainbow full blown Two things exisit my lineage unknown like over grown woods and stumbling around I am given choise I cannot know [[strikethrough]]my innocents [[strikethrough]] my innocents my mold