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I sit and wait for strings to cross. The humans, mammals, fungi, insects, reptiles, plants, everything around me. These beings and I have one thing in common: Strings. Everything is biologically strung; atoms strung into molecules, stringing across our bodies as muscle, tissue, skin, organs. Then there are the strings we feel. People are connected to one another in a unique way; by the thread of interest by the yarn of compassion, by the barbed wire of hatred. Strung across by fate. Humans are strings; strong and well sewn, gentle and frail, forced by machines. As strings we come together              we break apart One may believe the need