It was -- looking up running routes, listening to Bach and Abbey Road and Psalm 91, reading old favorite texts, talk of finding an old piano for this tiny house. Trying to find my way back to myself, perhaps.
In so many ways, I see this time as magic. I am stitching together the story I'll tell my somebodies some day. And yet, amidst all the dreaming and moving forward and looking to the sky, I find myself digging into my roots.
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