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sometimes you find things you wrote years ago, and their dispossessed relevancy and chronically precise impetus that has flowed through those years takes you by alarm, or perhaps it just takes you by the hand. sometimes you think you might've been a talented twelve year old. sometimes you see those rough edges as wonderful. sometimes you think it was terse to call that middle piece "broken wings"...

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