Every eight years the human body generates 100 trillion cells. That is, every single cell you had eight years ago is now no longer a part of you; you are completely new. Therefore you are not what you were, and you are not the stuff of which you are made.
Unless... we are like a sand dune; ever giving and ever receiving grains of sand from dunes around, yet somehow maintaining a consistent guise. We are never static, never solid... unless we are captured in a pretty picture.
Liwa Dunes, like the meringue of my dreams, rise hundreds of meters from the desert floor
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