Spending hours of my life as a kid searching for a four leaf clover, all in the attempt to prove that luck was real. Me and my constant need for proof of all things. I never questioned luck, I just wanted to see it live and in action, in something I could hold. I didn’t understand what it truly is, I just knew that it was re…
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