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*As in "Welcome to" and where "Gator Country"
means "Los Angeles"
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Gator Country: 1:17 a.m.
i walked down the street tonight and looked at the trees silhouetted black against the sky, thinking, this is it. love and loss. this moment: somewhere in the light of day, green hides behind black. and tomorrow, another sunrise, and more more more.
when i die, i want you to stand at the edge of the ocean and put your hand in the water, right at the moment it begins to retreat back to the pacific. and i would want you to think about how we are all in that moment, coming forward, pausing and retreating.
i haven't been really kissed in so long.
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