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It would be nice to think of something beautiful to write right now.
It is terrible to be alive, and look around and see color and hear the sound of a fan and know the shape of a moment, and not be able to pass it on. Here. I found this. It was real. I am real. You are real.
It is terrible to be alive, and look around and see color and hear the sound of a fan and know the shape of a moment, and not be able to pass it on. Here. I found this. It was real. I am real. You are real.