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Sometimes my heart feels the kiss of ecstasy. Sometimes my toes brush the abyss of madness. Sometimes I can't tell the difference. Mostly, I don't think there is one. - mce
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
The Futility Of Distinctions
Sometimes my heart feels the kiss of ecstasy. Sometimes my toes brush the abyss of madness. Sometimes I can't tell the difference. Mostly, I don't think there is one. - mce
mike-essig
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
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