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Human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the time we are longing to move the stars.
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no you don’t understand i have a good fashion sense but i don’t have enough money
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the distance of things.
she felt insignificant, that’s all.
especially at night with the lights off,
or whenever she looked up into space.238,850.737 miles
that’s the distance to the moon,
she thought, trying to breathe
but unable to move her lungsbecause the distance between things
was measured more in feelings
than feet—and she felt it, deep and encompassing,
inside every part of her,
as if it were swallowing her up.
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