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 I'm going back to Minnesota where sadness makes sense     Danez Smith O California, don't you know the sun is only a god if you learn to starve for him? I'm bored with  the ocean I stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snow I know, I'm strange, too much light makes me  nervous at least in this land where the trees always bear green. I know something that doesn't die can't be beautiful. Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California? The sun above you, the snow & stalled sea--a field of mirror all demanding to be the sun too, everything around you is light & it's gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you & it's so sad, you know? You're the only warm  thing for miles & the only thing that can't shine. Winter stole in when we briefly looked away at Christmas, a gray ghost of fog and light rain that slowly cooled your blood.  The squirrels and cardinals have been in a flurry, scooping the seeds from the bi

 I'm going back to Minnesota where sadness makes sense     Danez Smith O California, don't you know the sun is only a god if you learn to starve for him? I'm bored with  the ocean I stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snow I know, I'm strange, too much light makes me  nervous at least in this land where the trees always bear green. I know something that doesn't die can't be beautiful. Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California? The sun above you, the snow & stalled sea--a field of mirror all demanding to be the sun too, everything around you is light & it's gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you & it's so sad, you know? You're the only warm  thing for miles & the only thing that can't shine. Winter stole in when we briefly looked away at Christmas, a gray ghost of fog and light rain that slowly cooled your blood.  The squirrels and cardinals have been in a flurry, scooping the seeds from the bi