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Sunday, November 25

Treading water.

The possibilities open up before me, many narrow paths in a wood. It is autumn, and the wind howls swiftly past my ears, beckoning me to move along.

But I am paralyzed by the choices, by the possibility of becoming lost and never being found.
And so I choose, quite simply, to stand still and watch the daylight turn to dusk.

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