I recall only nights that we built with our hands.
I knew more about myself in highschool than I do now. This is my way of figuring it all out.
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January 18, 2012
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Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (& how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with which to venture forth.
—Frank O’Hara
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