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It is 4:405 am
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I began this ‘blog’ to impress exactly one person. Two, actually. But one was a lost cause.
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Only blessings.
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[forgot]
coordinate.systems
/ there is no blossom / here we are all fallow ground / leave it up to gods /
Most of the really important things I do—the beautiful things—happen in the interstitial moments between hard-scheduled events. I keep my calendar full in a way to increase those probabilities.