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May 2019
I’d been forcing myself to assimilate in a place where I was fundamentally never going to fully belong—the cessation of assimilation came with a breath of freedom.

Each meaningful molecule.

And then my thoughts get too overwhelming and I have to stop—distract myself, even. I turn to play music, a song to cast a rope down into my long and lonely well of thought.
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Neobotanist
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