April was full - full of changes, shifts, the kind that take root in ones mind, waiting for the slowness of the body to catch up. It was a month I needed almost entirely just to breathe through all the changes, to feel the ground settle beneath my feet. To hold still the new direction long enough to want to form words around it all.
A few weeks back -
I…
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