Thinking about mortality lately, feeling myself turning inward, taking stock. Where am I? What am I doing? What is important? All of this, with an incremental dropping of things. A subtle unclenching of my fist.
Thinking about mortality lately, feeling myself turning inward, taking stock. Where am I? What am I doing? What is important? All of this, with an incremental dropping of things. A subtle unclenching of my fist.
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