Proximity matters very little in reality. Home is where the heart is and Baltimore is only for education and novelty these days.
Novelty and tender ronis.
Things like that, sunglasses, platinum shoe bottoms, narcolepsy, taurine, costume eye makeup worn every day, laser light, light emitting diodes, jelly fish, a fading resistance to leggings, sell-out boots, a Boston boot-shop clerk, stock brokers, writers, rooms with chandeliers full of people chanting for the newbie still outside of the mausoleum, sitting on the floor by choice, getting down to the ground, universal love streaming into a cypher, things like that.
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