I Found An Olde Photo And It Reminds Me Of A Feeling I Once Had

Some things were lost somehow, and some things were found, and I remember feeling then a sense that things were simultaneously complete and impossible, and that testing limits was the only and singular thing to be done, and that to be lit by tiny glowing lights was both impractical and important, and that the dirt and grit of dark times do not need always to be washed; to struggle is to have an affinity for belief, to love is to have an affinity for denial, to understand is to know that our hopes sail on thicker breezes than fill our lungs, and for that reason we must breathe them. 

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