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I feel like suburbia snuck into my commune and switched my free loving air with rich, canned, organic shit shipped here from Chile. I feel the weight of all the spirit children I made with men I wouldn’t let inside me for fear of a burden I can’t escape. Maybe it’s not the pitfalls that hold us down, but the insidious mastery of time itself turning our cells against us and demanding we slow to its pull.