I want to tell you about the girl I met, the day I had, the dreams that came to me before I woke this morning.
I want to tell you tell you about the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, the breath in my nose.
I want to tell you thank you for these and all things.
I want to tell you I go on.
I want to tell you how much I miss you.
I want to tell you I don't blame the water: I blame you.
I want to tell you I don't blame the water: I blame you.
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