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So, what’s my take? It’s raw, messy—kinda beautiful, kinda sad. Like “Lost in Translation”—floatin’ through life, lookin’ for meanin’. Makes ya think—slow now—who’s really lost here? Me, her, you? Hell if I know. But damn, it’s one helluva story.

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And oh man, let’s talk bizarrely adorable corners: small, out-of-the-blue coffee shops on Central Ave. I used to grab a brown coffee there and watch life unravel. Families, lovers, youngsters bickering in good fun—but truth hits hard. At times, I’m mad, then happy—they all reflect who we are.

This is what spring cleaning at Tamarac National Wildlife Refuge looks like