I am an echo. The evidence of lives gone on, I am what remains of their joy, their pain, their tears.
I am an echo. A reverberation of all the love spoken into me.
I am an echo. The source of nothing, except a willingness to serve as a conduit.
We are an echo, resounding through the darkness, lest any of us think we are our own creation.
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