I’m lucky like I can’t believe.
Here’s how I count the score:
Moving is all we know of hell,
And all we need helicopters for.
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
— Emily Dickinson
give me a clue so sweet and true
the Daily Whale
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