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#outsideworld
Problems usually come from us wanting to change too much in the external world instead of looking within.
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Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
Insight #13
My pieces scattered, no more sacred than dust on the wind. Lately, the outside world has felt cold, foreign, and alien. (Especially anything American.) Of course, being in this wave of blue, I would be hacked to death. I feel innocent in my arrogance. A drudge to the syrup tin, cheap and sufficient— the honey hoarded.
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
American