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i must complete this morning's traditions, smoothly as best i can, transition the dead bolt turning. there is the feast to prepare, eulogies to compose to heroes frozen to the floors of transit points, vast blue-iced miles alter nothing no amount of looking can change the distant truth that these wrinkled traditions possess us like great white birds flying to siberia, i am old here without your tongue it is foreign, as foreign as yours and mine.
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
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