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23. Bostonian. The smell of fresh grass, stars on a clear night. Ocean air. Books and a warm bed. Writing. Pizza, burgers and pasta.

I almost thanked you for
teaching me something about survival
back there,
but then I remembered
that the ocean never
handed me the gift of swimming.
I gave it to myself.

Y.Z, what I forgot to remember (via rustyvoices)

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