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I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
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Back in June, I did the top photograph of graffiti, it reads “I. I heard it on the radio that they found echoes of the big bang racing throughout the Universe, and I wonder if they mistook that sound for my heartbeat moments after you gave me life again.”

Today, I went back to the site that I did this, and I was stunned to see that it had almost completely faded, how everything had changed. Never trust in the permanence of anything, for permanence is a paradox.

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