Don’t abandon
the way it makes you feel,
the way it breaks your heart
to know
that though the stars
are out tonight
missiles also dot the sky,
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The lines on my face tell the intimate story of a life well-lived. Of all the days wind whipped and sun stroked by the wild and mighty brush of the mountains. Of the water of my tears and a love so powerful it has carved beautiful canyons out of all of my losses. Of an unreasonable joy that shatters, like fireworks, from the corners of my eyes.
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You see, as I have been stumbling around in the shock of the waning momentum, this house of order and control has transformed into a house of creativity and play.
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