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every year, my heart keeps cracking open. there has been so much feeling of meaning and an equal amount of reminder that it’s all so, so temporary. how do i explain the tension of goodbyes and the relief of having met at all? it’s more than i could have ever imagined. it’s less than i’ll ever be able to hold onto. there needs to be a better word for this feeling. all i can say is that i’m grateful.

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