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TWENTY SIX

by Kristin Maija Peterson

In the best conversations, you don't even remember what you talked about, only how it felt. It felt like we were in some place your body can't visit, some place with no ceiling and no walls and no floor and no instruments.
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

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