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When I think of you and me – me, myself and I – it’s clear we are a story unfinished, overdone. So many ways you can tell it – it is still all news – and it seems forever unending, overused. Photo: Camille Brodard Maendly / Unsplash The wonder of being this – this ephemeral bullshit – grips us in a vice unforeseen, overlooked. If changes happen in summer – summer of our youth – we wouldn’t know what to do undecided, overdue. To sense a new beginning – beginnin