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We step out of the prayer circle into the prayer, receiving the reminder that even the pitaya has an automatic sense of self-worth, not contingent upon its actions, its possessions, or its relations. We push our blueprints, neurons losing each other in mistranslation of the concept.
We stare down from behind, at what the stones oversee. Our companions pause, wait for us, utilizing a sense designed for hunting, recognizing us as the weakness in the herd, watching the path ahead as we wait for our feet to catch up.
We stare down from behind, at what the stones oversee. Our companions pause, wait for us, utilizing a sense designed for hunting, recognizing us as the weakness in the herd, watching the path ahead as we wait for our feet to catch up.