I love you all the same.
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". . .Does it matter
that already no one else alive remembers
the day you, Greg, and I walked arm in arm
through Central Square; or the New Year's Eveon the harbor watching fireworks, when the kids
crouching in the tress flung champagne bottles
that hit the street like green exploding stars?"- On the Fate of the Tulip Sultan, from Atlas by Katrina Vandenberg
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