because a story is a tightrope between two worlds
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Saturday, September 03, 2005
my intuition is faded in the folding lines and torn at the corners,
an overused map where one place is never in the same place.
but it has navigated me through conversations with the kind of precision
that you only find when you take a wild leap.
posted by girl interrupted at
8:14 PM
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