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The jaguars fall, as they have fallen. They circle the world, in their degenerating orbit, cold, majestic, and alone. They spin around our tiny, fragile planet and its thin coat of air and warmth. They know, as we should know, that life is tentative; that the odds are constantly working against it, trying to unravel everything that we are.

 

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