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May 2015
Winter is like when you jump in a pool for the first time in summer
Flowers are like when you fall and scrape your knee on the sidewalk
The feeling of warm blankets is like being lost in the middle of the woods
Love is like when you're bleeding to death and no one will help you

Space is not like a void of darkness
Living alone is not like solitude
Painting is not like making space more attractive
Making music is not like decorating time
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Danie
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   --- and Arlo Disarray
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