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Hands
We start out holding our children’s hands because we’re afraid we’ll lose them. We end holding out children’s hands because we’re afraid they’ll lose us.
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Becoming human.
After being stuck in a house for a year I’m slowly working on getting out and becoming human again. It all feels so strange.
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An idle thought
If I ever go to Paris I won’t take a single picture.
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And so it re-begins
I’m back. Huh.