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the last shovel full of dirt was carefully laid down and smoothed out. to a lot of things. places, people. making peace with the past and finally putting some that were still teeming with vague, poisioned breathing to rest. the ground that lays in retrospect grows narrower as the foreground comes slightly more into focus and the broad landscape begins to open up. every day is a new riddle, even those that are drenched in yesterday's ocean and dedicated to that wonderful place that will never be forgotten. thirty seconds of innocence unravels some of the mystery and spreads a smile from one end of a beating heart to the tip of my lips. bitter has been replaced by better and i'm doing okay. this seems like a comfortable place to start anew.