breathing in a countless sunset. I stood and listened to a little boy who could barely walk count all the way up to a hundred-and-six on the swings. there were days where we used to be kings and kids of the playgrounds, but time happened - slowly then all of a sudden.
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it is christmas morning, and i am on the cusp of reconciliation. this sounds crazy but today i felt a bit like my eight-year-old self. considered the notion of magic, that there is a chance, even if it is the slightest one, that if i close my eyes i would wake up to sunday morning all over again - and with awareness of the future (that is a useful and frightening superpower), i could alter things.
so, let's fold our atlas into paper planes. change is slow, but i feel it taking shape
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