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    resilient 

    we fall, sheltering our brimming bones in our hands with the tips of our antiseptic, reddened fingers, again and again and again, our bodies, our ever-travelling, changing homes, readying themselves for another wicked winter wave as the maples shed their fire in spoonfuls over our heads, kids grabbing at them giddily, in handfuls. uncertainty tickles chills on prickled skin as the cold creeps in, darkness stagnant in minds that lull  on repeat, radio static in flickering, monochrome backgrounds. the channels change, the story repeating itself in hypnotic, robotic loops. are you human? check these boxes to prove it. once whispered, joy-filled bedtime stories echo emptily in desolate, overcrowded spaces, bad…