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[thirtyonesecond]

(and no, i have no idea how it happened or what to make of it. six weeks ago i was panicking and sending off emails. buying fabric and dreading all those planes rides.)

"it is quiet like whispers...and pressing play on a tape recorder"

no, not at all. it is laughing and smirks, glass lenses and loud music. it is rolicking and generally boisterous, we

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[furthermore]

I always wish I knew what you meant.

[thirtyonesecond]

i met someone. it's really good. not at all what i expected. so much better.

i think about you often & miss you more
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