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Today I've learned why some stories have open endings and how grotesque paintings cost millions. Like when I secretly peeped through the glass portion of the door when she was nearing the end of her routine. She spun perfectly balanced with the tip of her toe, eventually settling in a form of a bow rose hunter. It was confusingly stunning. I couldn't understand half of what transpired but I guess that's the whole point. I get to dream while she keeps her privacy.
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Everlasting
Today I've learned why some stories have open endings and how grotesque paintings cost millions. Like when I secretly peeped through the glass portion of the door when she was nearing the end of her routine. She spun perfectly balanced with the tip of her toe, eventually settling in a form of a bow rose hunter. It was confusingly stunning. I couldn't understand half of what transpired but I guess that's the whole point. I get to dream while she keeps her privacy.
dedicated to a brilliant friend.
tarma-de
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
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