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Bet her. Late, then never.

the trick of finding what you didn’t lose (existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left. -E.E. Cummings   .. She’s all in, ready to be -gin again. She’ll need … Continue reading

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