It's a beautiful place.

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Can you believe we live in a world where somebody created something like this? In awe.

p.s. the video works. don't know why the cover image is blank.

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you are ever evolving,
but only in the way we see you.

from up there,
i wonder if we evolve too.

we wax
and are more alike,

writing about grace,
and weekends spent in separate parts of our world,
it might all look the same to you,

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your voice

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is honey,

in summer,
you found the part of it
that said

"this was real,
so real

instead of saying goodbye,
i fell to the floor
and wept.

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the gradient from a sunset
above the bushes
between the trees
to grey
to black.
my mom's arms.

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The end of Euro 2016

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It ended today, in agony for France, jubilation for Portugal. Here's a story from an article at the beginning of Euro 2016, it's about Ireland and Euro 2012:

"In the 75th minute it was 3-0, game over. Then the Republic of Ireland supporters, all 30,000 of them in a stadium that held 40,000 started singing. They sang "The Fields of Athenry," their traditional song of defiance and commemoration of the great Irish famine. They sang it over and over again. They made the stadium shake and vibrate for the longest time. They owned it. The sound made the hair stand up on the back of your head.

If you saw the match on TV, and tens of millions did–it was Spain after all, reigning World Cup and Euro champions–you saw the dreary end to a lopsided game. Spain kept possession, scored again, and got themselves out of the cold drizzle, into a bus, and away to the warmth of their hotel. The Ireland team, essentially eliminated after two games, must have left in a daze of disappointment, the prospect of a pointless match against Italy on the horizon and then home.

The Republic of Ireland supporters stuck around. They ignored the final whistle and kept singing that song. I filed my report, left the stadium, and heard them again, immediately. Every bar and restaurant was brimming with them. Loud and raucous with them. They were mad with it, the strange spirit and ecstasy of just being there. Nobody saw that on TV. No sponsor benefited from it... But it was my favorite night in a month of matches, a bliss-kissed few hours."

- John Doyle from The Last Great Tournament

Who knows what it all means in an eternal scheme of things, but in an "enjoy the journey" scheme of things, this kind of story is really touching.

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