How fortunate this addiction. I rarely write of it. I'm always reminded of it. There's always a place for it. Addiction is a word we hardly understand. There are more words for it in other languages I am told. It's odd. I've never admired it in other ways or in other people. Its not something I fully understand and even in speaking of it, I still only allude to it. It's not glorification, or denial. It's only a problem if I allow it to be. It's like a drug but not grown, synthesized or processed. It is created, listened to, painted, photographed, contemplated, and enjoyed. It is newly discovered; it's an old welcomed friend. It's something of my own, but much greater. It is an honor to know, I know.

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