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The sea glows at night, I think, and I think you were right that morning when you said that maybe we're thinking too much about other things, like burnt toast and the smell of eggs--
I wanted to go on, always, but only some things I think I will keep, like four friends in all and make no more after Sunday, which is tomorrow--
I think sometimes it sounds regretful but I leave it all behind and cut into the jungle with my machete and I am smiling like an idiot with sap on my cheek--
See, I am still thinking very carefully only now I don't know what to say because when it gets so good why would you talk? I don't agree that we are smarter when depressed, we just annoy happy people so then we stick together and it's nice--
I did not know where to end since everything seemed like pale African violets where I never knew how to describe the color-- It's the way of Welsh sunsets and corneas to be always indescribably blue and so light they think you are lying if you can see it at all.
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