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Seems as the weather gets colder, my body just wants to shut down. I want to sleep from rise to fall, not that we get much sun anyways. Where was I a year ago… on the side of the earth where they are just entering into spring. Where tanks are the preferred apparel and guarana juice and bossa nova were the local delicacies. Always on the anniversary, it becomes bitter sweet. Maybe a little more sweet this year…

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One year, and a day, and more,
Til the trees don’t grow,
Til the lights don’t shine,
Til you can only look back…

One year ago, I saw you in my eye
One year ago, I felt my heart sing to me, and write me a song,
One year ago, I knew how to really smile…

There are few instances when all the pieces in this messy puzzle come together…
They say that if you keep your heart open, it will come back to you better and stronger, and filled with those things that poets in lost lands write about.
Here is my hand showing the life in these veins.
My blood warms me and makes me feel faint.
It lifts my finger to draw the outlines.
One year, and it is all so complete.
How sweet the next will be…