March 2011
And I wish I could go back and reread the question because now I think I might push the button on the far left.
In the meantime, I was in England, strolling through a castle and being more confused than I ever have been in the past three years, and it was wondrous. Nothing is more rare than someone who transcends what we all use to define the most fundamental aspects of our existence.
I hate using “transcends”.
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I love it when I see someone with an honest-to-God asymmetrical face.
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