Evolution
My body tells the story of four billion years of living, of thriving, of flourishing. Each chapter a tale of surviving long enough to create another generation—replicas nearly the same, save a random change, a chance. The risk taken was a risk rewarded. Another day, another generation to watch the sun rise. Every body tells this intertwining story, written as every branch of every vein, tree, and river. Four billion years.
The oldest story told.
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