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the water is running

Somewhere between getting lost finding my car in Economy Parking Lot E and arriving home with tears streaming down my face, I came to an illuminating yet puzzling realization: at the very same time I am emerging mostly-whole from being completely heartbroken from so much pain for so very long, I am entirely ready to be completely honest and open and, therefore, expose myself to the possibility of a great deal more pain and heartache. I’m too old to be crying like this. I think it’s time for a bath.

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