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May 2014
We have tumbled
into the realm of
the most unsettled
humans- scraping
fingernails and hands
that have not held
others.
But we will find our
way out. What was it
you said? "You're the
light on the other
side," I think. You're
always my light on
the other side, Ryan,
always.
I'm writing something big that I'm really happy with (finally) and this was a section I liked a lot.
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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