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When the tree blooms, then I cannot feel sombre. Then I see the journey as a confusion I had to undergo, then I do not try to unravel it and make sense of it. I say the name of the tree aloud, the name of water, of air, fire, wind, earth, moon, sun, and all mean what I call them. I say my own name aloud and my own name means nothing. But I ( Read more... )
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my schedule's going to be kind of weird from here on out because I'll be working nights at the library, but we should do brunch in Cambridge some weekend, maybe?
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