A man sings for pesos,/on the corner, his hand/ swarmed by a song of bees
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We didn’t have friends on board. We didn’t have friends of friends on board. And we hadn’t ever even been to Miami, or to Brazil. So we went about our day. We made coffee.
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If there are an infinite number of ways to define home, there are also an infinite number of ways to return to it.
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