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i always knew that people changed. i believed that people could undergo great physical and mental transformations. but i knew it in the way our skin sheds. a thousand tiny pieces falling off invisibly. something you know is happening but don't sense. not with your eyes or your fingers. but now i know it can be like an ambush in the night, covering your mouth with its large hand gripped over your lips. it can tear at your skin and leave blood. but that's not the change i'm talking about. the change i'm talking about is being able to hear the scrape and sizzle of the sun as it rises up, burgeoning and ready (are you prepared for it?) to burn. i'm talking about the change that occurs when you can see every drop of dew on every blade of grass. the kind that lets you look in people's eyes. the kind that needs you to stay up all night. that needs you to tell the truth. the kind that lets you own the sky. the kind of change that makes you forget your history, sets fire to all the pages but keeps the ashes. maybe for memory or fright or the need to have, but a burning nonetheless. one that makes a sun in the night.