Hum 

it came to me, the air light, the sky open: I’ve never regretted anything before. This is what it feels like to regret.

raspberries belong to childhood summers as much as in the pond belongs a reflexion.

It made me cry, that almost memeory, that almost connection.

That song belongs to the two of us as much as the moon belongs to day-only halfway.

deal the cards, see how they lay.

hello self-it’s funny. I think in some ways, we have just met

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