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The Lovers, The Dreamers, and We

Call me crazy but I am completely and madly and utterly in love with life, its manifold fingers on the pulse of the sun, its fleshy, ripening portents, and winged hushes, I have become the guy that sees rainbows wildly … Continue reading

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