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"It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book."
You would not believe how wonderful I feel, not in an extraordinary way at all, but wonderfully content. And my life sits right. Not in a perfect way, of course, but that imperfect, handmade fit that makes it perfect and real.
It's right, and it's golden, it's magic, it's new, it's love, it's real.
Oh lord, it's real.