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I know- regret is far too common. But I feel that it is symptomatic of the what, the why, the how, the questions we ask in the end. These questions I will answer, even though I know I do not need to, but yet somehow, I have to, because I love you, but I realize […]
when the sun goes down: the cicadas and crickets are inside the home the home is a part of nature concrete walls insulate the afternoons heat keep it well preserved within claim it as its own wooden beams seem centuries old tuberculosis is one clumsy fall away no hospital for miles steam rises from the
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