I say this might be the end we’ve always needed to begin again.
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“There Will Come Soft Rains” by Sara Teasdale
“And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.”
Another End of the World is Possible
So the world is ending … now what?
I say this might be the end we’ve always needed to begin again.
“And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.”