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Feb 2014
I have only ever visited NC 3 times in my entire life. I like lots of cream and sugar in my coffee.

I have never broken a bone in my life. I have, however, felt very broken.

And that hurts more than breaking a nose or an arm or a rib even.

If I could sum up all the things that break me, they all add up to a whole. I am whole because of the things that break me apart.

One of the three times that I visited NC, I stood at the top of a mountain that I cannot recall the name of and breathed a long breath.

The air was cold and stale and harsh.

But, ****, it felt good.

If your heart is in the mountains, can I sit in the seat across from it?

When I breath a long breath, know that I am not sighing. I'm just taking you in.

I will take you in only twice, once for each bone you've ever broken. What I'm trying to say is, would you like to have coffee with me sometime, my darling valentine?
Sarah Greene
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