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5:21 p.m. - 2018-12-19 Her spirit animal is a white bird, a heron, perhaps, and his, as adorable as it is, is a fucking otter. Maybe he swims to his destination, so it just takes longer? He must go by the current's speed and directly through the storms. He may drown in the journey. I fly below, over, and around storms. I can go as fast or slow as I want. I may get struck by lightening, catch on fire and die. I don't know...maybe we can have a similar destination and co-exist happily. Or maybe I'm meant to fly alone. As herons do.
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