Like any short stint, any traces of it should be absorbed, savored, and then burned.
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I suppose I should feel some sort of loss, but it's just thoughts and it's always just there I suppose. It's something I've been thinking about for awhile. So what of written 'legacies'? What's the big deal? When it's crossed a certain line, when the words start becoming theirs, for them, then. Burn, babeh, burn.
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It's so strange. LJ is like my breeding post of 'imissthis' and 'imissthat'.
