• Lately I’ve been feeling this deep sense of satisfaction as if I’ve regained my sense of self wholly and not in parts as I’m used to •

• I am not sure where this stems from but in this feeling is a freedom I haven’t felt in a long time. The long afternoon hours of childhood sitting in the forest behind M’s house the trees with their rustling and the sun breaking through in patches with no sense of time but all momentary and still and abundant. Those kinds of Golden hours. That kind of freedom •

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