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“Turns out we’re not dead. You go off-the-grid for a while and end up in the desert, where there’s no one to put you down, nothing to make you worry. It reminds you that emptiness is not a feeling, but a place wherein you can come and go as you please. And what is emptiness, anyhow? But an allowance to fill yourself up again with all that is joy and sadness and indulgent adventure. You start over again and again, and rejoice in the coming of a perfect tomorrow.”
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