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It’s 48 & briskly outside as I hold my phone in one hand & raise a spliff to my lips with the other. I know where there’s a winter garden, it’s a little too soon to the see the full bloom but I’d like to show you



as a matter of fact comparison pales so

I don’t have words but the thought prevails 

all in all that’s just how it goes 

Faith is like being in love, says Barth

I lose them both

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