My 73-year-old friend is always reaching.
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That's what the poets say, at least.
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Because nothing living is.
A zine I made two years ago wound up thousands of miles away.
Big feelings during a bittersweet summer.
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Even when we have no idea what to do.
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"I'm still here! And so are you!"
When everything becomes overwhelming
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