Hello my friend, here we meet again after 25 years.
It was just yesterday that I last saw you,
Back in the year of the pig, hidden deep within the earth.
On the top of the murmur stairs we stand one more time.
To find the mother of all questions, the seat of the soul.
Why do we live? What is our breath? Who is that I am inside the skin?
A lot has changed since the last time we felt alive.
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