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  • My lover calls this place home. He spends his days observing our time. Documenting the undocumented, always looking for truth.

    When my mind finds him I am overcome with a deep love. This love expands into Joy. The Joy fills my heart and I know that it is right. Everything is perfect and I sit quietly and hold that joy in my mind and heart.

    This love is my truth. A singular truth. My love for this man is much greater than anything he could hold. It becomes a love of all people and things and places and mindsets. It is my education. All is one.
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