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You are the age that I was when we met. I have become an artifact: vestigial, an older version of a thing no longer necessary, a tool of stone tied with fraying string in a world moving on toward bronze. An archaeologist digs up my bones and scratches his head. He cannot fathom what they were for except in relation to you.
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Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
Artifacts
You are the age that I was when we met. I have become an artifact: vestigial, an older version of a thing no longer necessary, a tool of stone tied with fraying string in a world moving on toward bronze. An archaeologist digs up my bones and scratches his head. He cannot fathom what they were for except in relation to you.
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Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
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