“What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and losses itself in the sunset.”

(Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator, 1890)

Then you ask what is life for me…?
Mostly it’s just like I forget how to breath…

 

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