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We are all monkeys.

Swinging tree to tree.

Knowing we won't fall.

If we forget, that swing will be our last.

Keep swinging.

Tree to tree, branch to branch.

The ground is where the predators are.

If we fall, we will forget it all.

Keep swinging.

Fly through the air and catch ourselves.

From falling.

For when we fall,


We become human.



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On Wednesday May 23rd, 2007, Nuri (188) writes:
...Interesting. Before reaching the end, I thought falling was a metaphor for death.



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