those refractions of ice at twenty two degrees away from the source gave me something. that moment created this, all moments creating this. this desire, this loneliness; acceptance, this everything and nothing, this restlessness, this equanimity, that dirt road eighty-four miles northeast of corvallis. please dont let me get lost in the waiting
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We should maybe hang out and have spectacular adventures sometime. maybe.
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