This is not a story about your disappointment at my silence. The theme of this story is my pain and my attempts to end it.

Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.

THE SORENESS IS PROOF 
 THAT WORK WAS DONE
        LOVE THE PAIN

O past! O happy life! O songs of joy! In the air, in the woods, over fields, Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved! But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more."  -from "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

Written By Walt Whitman

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