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"and you wake one morning to find you're a better person. filled with the love of an orchestra or the love of small, tangible, wriggly words--and those words open worlds and life thrums along. only different, better. and you live your life as though it is the last night on earth because you already lost everything once and you came back from it so fear doesn't have the same hold. and we're all living on some line, some edge, some axis anyway--might
as well enjoy our own precarious placement in the universe."
-These words were from Meg's blog post. I found them
way too beautiful not to be shared.
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