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One day you’re 10, and you’re waking up to the wet wilderness, putting on your dirt streaked flip flops to pick wild raspberries for morning pancakes. The foam soles bend around the gravel road, and you can feel every single pebble like the princess and the pea except you’re the king, the king of this
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Your presence creates an hourglass of goodbyes,where our first embrace turns it over,and every second, every grain afterwards,brings us closer to the end.
Lashanda Forsberg 