
Letter to an Algorithm
Dear algorithm, I am sitting in front of a screen writing these words to you, a letter to an algorithm.
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Dear algorithm, I am sitting in front of a screen writing these words to you, a letter to an algorithm.

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I used to believe love required resemblance. Similar temperatures. Similar ways of speaking. Similar ways of surviving the world. He

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The Cold Arrives First It arrives in the middle of the night, it arrives as we open our eyes, in

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Summer has something that awakens the soul, a kind of silent alchemy that transforms the world into a canvas of

It had been so many years since Jaime last went to his hometown that he had forgotten the hill he
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