1977.

I feel like I have very little to offer you - flexible hamstrings if you need a pair.

In this way, I’m forgetting that the magic washing over me, embalming me, expanding my senses when you smile and you speak - is the same that was in the room when my brother and I were born.

I will never tire from hunting that down in everyone I meet. 

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