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I Tried To Tell You My Darknesses Lived Here (Essay, June 2017)


Remember what they told you when you were ten and you'd been alive for over three-thousand sunsets: the sun was simply another star. Remember how odd this seemed—our sun, merely someone else’s star. How before you were told it was true, it simply couldn’t be. (See: yellow sun, and how she shines with matchless fervor on blue and gray backdrops. See: miniature white stars dipped eternally in endless black night.)

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