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February 2011

January 2011

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

– oscar wilde

I know there’s a deep beauty in me, us, somewhere, misplaced in the attic of an old home, gone unnoticed but still existing. We say things people are unable to comprehend; blackbirds singing a capella outside your window, beating a broken drum. Our voices echo in crowded rooms. We’re here. We exist. Unnoticed, but there, always.

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