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  • I remember reading once that Katharine Hepburn would watch the sunrise through different bedroom windows as the seasons changed. Lately I'm noticing how the angle of the sun is altered, and the sunlight is getting trapped in my hallway in a certain moody kind of way that I only notice at some times of the year.

    I want to hold up my hand like a small child and demand, "Stop!" I want to halt the planet's revolution around the sun. All so I can hold on to this molten gold forever.
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