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Lost upon the waves of bygone memories. I look back at the white horses of grief crashing in my wake. Without a sail or a direction I drift on aimlessly.

Wake up at 9. Oh no its 11am now. It’s okay can try again tomorrow. Stretch, yawn. Repeat.

Outside in the open breeze, Watching life and growth before my eyes. So playful, so quiet, so delicate, Clumsy, and innocent, yet learning.

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