Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back.
The Soul is a house...Let it burn!
Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.
Words slip into a language the way white-green vines slide between slats in a fence.
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