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The morning is unfurling, lovely. There's so much here, there, everywhere that I forget to notice, enshrouded in my own mental static. The past few months have been full of discovery and people who help me see what I've been too far-sighted to perceive right in front of my nose. I recede and this has become yet another outlet for anonymity, withdrawing into the known security of the warm womb and myself, receding from life and people.
It is time to go back.
It is time to go back.