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I woke with too much purpose this morning. I swear it was me who split the dark sky open like pointed steel through wood. The sharp hack of existence hit when I visualized my wallet on the kitchen counter, leaning against that vase with the snake on it. Second in line at the grocery store, cart overflowing.
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:41 AM UTC
Second in Line
I woke with too much purpose this morning. I swear it was me who split the dark sky open like pointed steel through wood. The sharp hack of existence hit when I visualized my wallet on the kitchen counter, leaning against that vase with the snake on it. Second in line at the grocery store, cart overflowing.
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:41 AM UTC
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