We become more complex with time. Simplicity escapes us as soon as it can. For some I hope it stays.
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About Me
- Laura Thompson
- I could drive this road, eyes closed, needle to the right of the speedometer, and not touch a single line. Open my eyes; swerve and squeal. All along, this beat goes on forever. Through the grains of sand and salt. Microscopic grains of sand and salt.
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