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March 5, 2018

I could write a poem about daffodils. I could. I could write a stupid poem about daffodils.

And it would be sad and heart-string-pulling and have a strong anecdote to go with it. It’d have a grandmother with no memory and that’s all you’d see.

You wouldn’t be able to see...

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