Health
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I dream of dying, often in a thousand ways. None are the same. When I wake up and see the burning sunrise through the trees and hear the faraway songs of birds, I know I’m alive again. In that moment, nothing else matters. Above, the clear night sky shimmers with stars as desert heat surrenders
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When you’re in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, ‘Damn, that was fun’
Hyperion Sky 