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We the people carry in our pulsesWe the people carry in our pulsesthe pact we made with ourselvesthe moment we sucked air, before weeven hungered for the tit. Our urgeis toward life burgeoned and outsizedflitting pulsing with what we might dowith the time we have left. The poweris we, I, our, me, and us right now to changethe next. The old vanished anyway. What if