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Why do I find the seahorse specifically romantic?

Something about the reduction of something huge and bulging into a tiny little repoduction that lives in water.

Shrinkage into water (shrink back into womb perhaps).

Spoke with a youngish yale winning poet a few weeks ago who said to be careful with blogs sucking dry and giving away stuff for free.

Suck dry for free.

Suck dry for money.

Either way, you're still suck dry.

I was locked out of the house and my toes are cold.

Someone had an extra key and let me in.
Someone should always have an extra key.


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