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The circle

Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
A pocket full of posies;
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down.

What comes around, goes around. The area of the circle can be computed either geometrically or using calculus. Crop circles. Form a ring around. Circle up the wagons. Move all the way around, especially more than once. Wheels. Wagon wheels. Wheel in the sky keep on turning. Burning wheel. Pie are round.

“And in the end, the evil you face, is equal to the evil you make.”

There’s good news. Not everyone died. Not in the big years, or even the little years that came after. You’re still here, still spitting the ash out of your mouth every morning. Wiping it out of your eyes. I hear you coughing it up out of your lungs every night. But just like everyone still here, you’re tough. You have to be. Because the World Gone isn’t done dying.

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