How long can we go with building nests every summer, only to abandon it when the cold seeps in? How long can you celebrate the sun? You are bound to feel sick at some point. We keep running around in circles, what are we even looking for?
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Arcadia
PoetrySpilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||
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How long can we go with building nests every summer, only to abandon it when the cold seeps in? How long can you celebrate the sun? You are bound to feel sick at some point. We keep running around in circles, what are we even looking for?