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I gave up following maps a very long time ago in favor of the luxury of following my heart. I prefer the guide of the hills, caverns and rivers of blood pulsing inside my chest to the two dimensional land forged by others.

Although we have followed cartographers scribbles so as not to lose our way in space, the same is not true of our individual journey with love. There are no maps for that landscape, that path. There is no one who has traveled before to show us how to journey west as our north is, and will never be, understood by others.