The gene itself might settle in, bhav, but my body? It’s like the old wooden hull of a boat—always needing a little something. So I take the enzymes, steady as the tide. See, nothing in my shack is permanent either; I mend my lamps each monsoon, same as my treatment. That morning light on my worktable is still a cure for something.
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