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cygnoir.net

not irony, but

An epiphany is the egg you cannot break.

I have

An epiphany is the green pen you’ll never find again.

the love

An epiphany is a flat tire on a bicycle without a chain.

I want

An epiphany is a paper dog.

but I am

An epiphany is the notebook by your bed the night you stop remembering your dreams.

not yet

An epiphany is the wind knocked out of you after falling on ice while laughing too hard.

who I want

An epiphany is when you stop thinking.

to be
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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.

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