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I want to write words that are heavier than paper. I want my words to hit you and I want you to want to hold onto them. I want to take a photo and show you the thousand words it holds.So this is for the girl we called "wizard child" and snapshots that look like they came out of a 1960's national geographic and...

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Numbers

It's crazy, really. Everybody has a number. However infinite life itself is every day is a number and at some point you're gonna run out of numbers; we all are. And the people that know their number live life so differently from the rest of us.  They carry around oxygen tanks or try to hold onto every second as if it were their...

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Here

Okay so here I am. Summer blogging.  Spilling out words and trying to make them into poems.  To be perfectly honest I don't even know why I'm doing this Nelson, but I'll give it a shot. Also, this blog is just for inbetween.  We're not juniors any longer, but we're not quite seniors either.  Wandering around for 81 days until suddenly we're on...

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