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Life has been unbearably real. I like chasing after it in all sobriety. I've been sleeping like a door turning on its hinges. Tomorrow, I will ask for more grace than I needed today. The currant was strong in the water in Cedar Key. When my arms turned to jello, I wanted nothing more than to throw the oars and submit to the water that I couldn't win. This is only light and momentary pain. All of it.