Open me as wide as the quilt of stars you pulled over Santa Fe the first night that I slept here beneath your foothills and mountains that I don't yet know the names of. Open me up so that the small things that I have become accustomed to filling myself up with come spilling out onto the dry earth and make way for the great things that I can feel
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dayum.
it's easily the best thing i've read 'round these parts in AGES.
thank you.
how goes yer world?
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My world is the best that it has been in a long time right now. I'm going to post and entry to tell you all about it very soon.
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