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Wed. Oct. 14, 2015 - 10:50 in the P.M.

Whoever you are and wherever you live, I think about you. There's some comfort in telling myself that I have your number, but everyone (no one, actually) knows I don't. They're un-gettable. So there's nothing and transition at the same time. The molasses swing of a gimble. The distance is stunning, even with the utter sweetness we've amassed. A long shot.

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