Visit the source, claim the whole...
Tap into segments,
life into a puzzle.
Different shapes, forcast the same,
yet always familiar,
always,
familiar...
Night, day...
Dark, light...
Chilling, warming...
...are we one?
...with what we are...
Hope and know.
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