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One. Two. Three. There’s nothing but a downwards whirlwind beneath me. The numbers are meant to make the whirlwind go away. But numbers are the edge of the cliff I’m hanging on to. Eventually the numbers make my fingers go numb.
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
Numbers
One. Two. Three. There’s nothing but a downwards whirlwind beneath me. The numbers are meant to make the whirlwind go away. But numbers are the edge of the cliff I’m hanging on to. Eventually the numbers make my fingers go numb.
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
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