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In My Godless Household, Poems Were The Closest We Came To Sacred Speech -- The Only Prayers Said.

Love Is The Only Passion Which Includes In Its Dreams The Happiness Of Someone Else.

That’s What’s So Gorgeous About Humanity. It Doesn’t Matter How Bleak Our Daily Lives Are, We Still Fight For The Light. I Think That’s Our Divinity. We Lean Into Love, Even In The Most Hideous Circumstances. We Manage To Hope.

How Much Smaller The Large Places Are Once We're Grown Up, When We Have Car Keys And Credit Cards.

When You Do Try To Picture The Boys Who Do Ask You Out, They're Absolutely Featureless, Like Old Carvings Eroded By Centuries Of Rain And Wind.