And now we're apart and you're just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family … - Gaby Dunn

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I think the idea of Mary Poppins has been blowing in and out of me, like a curtain at a window, all my life.

Gaby Dunn

And now we're apart and you're just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn't make sense.

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I decided to be confident one day, and then I just was. I think it's a conscious decision. Everything in society tells you to hate yourself, but you know what? If you decide to love yourself, it's an act of revolution.

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Maybe there's a universe out there - happening now - where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I'm not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I'm seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They're not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They're scientific, anachronistic visions.

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I think the idea of Mary Poppins has been blowing in and out of me, like a curtain at a window, all my life.

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Certainly science should continue to see whether we can find evidence for multiverses that might explain why our own universe seems to be so finely tuned.

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There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immobile. We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed. We lay in each other's arms, still awkward but happy, exchanging breathless kisses into sleep.

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