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The impertinent lure of impermanence (v)
The impertinent lure of impermanence (v)
Zuchwały zew bezprzemijania (v)

We are fragile beings, suspended in a moment of time, somewhere between our first and last breath. There is little to do for us but exist in a loving embrace of the world, surrounded by the eternal and fluid beauty of the planet we inhabit. Our buildings will crumble, our words will fade, our art will be lost, but the love we give will never cease to exist.