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reverse reads:

“Everything is a frayed, threadbare instant from shaping all we call home. We are so close to being so good, so bright and shining we blind each other. Please remember all those little books and poems. Those portraits and objects and words and looks we made whenever we found a minute. We didn't find enough minutes. But we are here now, listening, and every gift I ever gave you will soon be pouring out of me. Every gift you ever gave me will soon be pouring into me. I cannot wait.”