Category: Words
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Valparaiso
this wind reminds me of you, though truth be told it only blows harder on my recent home- sickness for you; and I can’t help but note the timeliness of this wind, and how on early evenings (just like this one) with the sun and the wind making shadow-play on your cobblestone streets as I’d…
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Excess of Life
I have been thinking about death since I met you. But what I have in mind is nothing like common sorrow. It’s more like a certainty of the totality of my days in this world where I’ve been able to find you. Suddenly I have all the impatience of everyone who loved and loves,…
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