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07.10.10 / 8:45 pm
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i remember each of my great loves, a few now seeming so distant as to be shadows, featureless shapes. i know that they are each unlike the others, bound together only by their ties to me, some having loved me more intensely, unapologetically.i built some with my bare hands, carving each plank and nailing them together, leaving room for windows and a cellar where i kept artifacts of the others. and i broke them all down methodically, with an axe, sweating from the manual labor, the prickle of grass against my bare feet, all sound dampened by the northern breeze i built one right by the ruin of another, always alone but never lonely.
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