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everyone once, once only just once and no more.

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If I string the night between two fence posts, one side heaven and one side hell, if I stand in the middle of the field with a bottle of wine, human and raging, my friends will still hang from the line like the earth’s dirty laundry, my feet just sinking in the mud that is not a grave, not tonight.

Stevie Edwards, from “Humanly,” Humanly