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deep inside then I would know just what to say to let you know why I come and go and where I go candora lives if a world of fantasy where at any moment everything can change and so anything that is not quite ideal or as I'd like it can be, in a moment, exactly ideal and as I'd like it... so maybe candora is actually a child and that's why some mail encourages candora to "grow up" (not always in the nicest way)... but then I watch a film like I'll Fly Away and suddenly... in innocence a young girl loves to play and still believes in human kindness and how good the world can be still young enough to ignore the crap that comes with love naturalized the instincts animals can show us that grown ups call uncivilized she's adorable precociousness as childhood melts away and in it's place grows playful wonder and secret sensuality still young enough to sleep with the wild birds that run and fly so free and believe in life's miracles and how good life can be before the rules of propriety eliminate possible solutions as politically correct society limits life's illusions she's so wonderful in hopefulness a young heart feels the truth she still believes in the possible and how good the world can be still young enough to fly in dreams old enough to make dreams come true and maybe you can learn from her if you let her inspire you and believe in life's miracles and how good life can be well, as corny and sappy and dorky as it gets, perhaps... so maybe candora is a child and this is where the child can have a voice, can survive alone while the rest of me grows older and plays the grown up games to survive... especially until candora (and the rest of me) finds a partner and playmates and friends in the physical world... I could give into the downbeats or get lost in the mundane datails of daily life and just give up on dreams of sharing the love of life and everything I still feel inside... even if I am the only one but I am not you know
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |