I’m not scared of never meeting you. I’m scared of having met you, and let you go.

You don’t sing the national anthem for the air or put a flag in sea.
So you do these things for the ground beneath your feet. Because you forget that it belongs to no one. Because you forget that the ground, can also move.

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