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To my darling Ulyssa —
Occam's razor has grown dull, worn down to a nub.
Still, I use it to cut out the last of my vanity and carve your initials into my thigh.
And you have oh so many names, my love!
Greetings from the other side.
Greetings from whatever’s next.
Beyond all the simple pleasures and on to the complex.
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