I have not written in what feels like ages...or made anything substantive, either. Minor advances, certainly in a relational realm, but otherwise a numbing quiet, amid need to address item after item on the ever growing list. Homesick. Naturally a sense of loss that comes more so from disconnection with oneself. Forgetting the external. Setting strong boundaries again. Letting go of anger. Lane staying. Paying no mind.
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