Saturday, July 3


"and we swing higher and higher, passing each other,
sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other so fast it seems like we're going to collide,
and we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad,
no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: 
right now we are here,
and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment."

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