By August is a celebration of the things that never truly ended. The things one can only find when they're looking. It is sad to have lost and not quite fine with "at least it happened". It is everything you barely remember from your last dream and everything you can't forget from an old one. It is spending your time alone in hollow hopes of being discovered or discovering something/someone/someplace new. It is reminiscent and a reminder to live in the moment. It is the part of you who wants to know how different your life would be if you had just done the thing you didn't do. Or if you didn't do the thing you've done. Mulling over regrets and then regretting the time you wasted mulling. It's not a cycle. It's trusting the process. It is all these letters rearranged and all these letters deleted..
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