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i dont know much about the end or how or where or why and now it is a cold and windy night will you let it be as it wants to be you can make a home for it, you know and i wonder if perhaps "the end" we sometimes speak of is merely a grandest of openings and miracles light the path like sights and tastes and smells and memories, though bittersweet, they sometimes are for that is what i am and i choose to love myself for it and now it is a cold and windy night as magical and strange and altogether unavoidable as you are and this, well this, is certainly not the end
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 9:09 PM UTC
provincetown, december
i dont know much about the end or how or where or why and now it is a cold and windy night will you let it be as it wants to be you can make a home for it, you know and i wonder if perhaps "the end" we sometimes speak of is merely a grandest of openings and miracles light the path like sights and tastes and smells and memories, though bittersweet, they sometimes are for that is what i am and i choose to love myself for it and now it is a cold and windy night as magical and strange and altogether unavoidable as you are and this, well this, is certainly not the end
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 9:09 PM UTC
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