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Hello.

Hello. I know. It’s been a really, really long time. I did not plan to write anything here if it did not feel like a rightmost time. But I think the right time just pours on you on a random Sunday late night, like water from a badly calibrated shower heater. It burns when itโ€ฆ

Paper cranes and belated happy birthdays๐ŸŒป

So I spent this weekend just at home, circling back to myself, trying to check my gait as I’ve, for many months now, been treading, sometimes gliding or running (away) or taking a pause or fielding a few steps back, one step at a time or all together.๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ I’ve also filled up a go bagโ€ฆ

Orange Hues ๐ŸŸ ๐Ÿ”ถ๐ŸŸง๐Ÿงก

I was looking at the strangely warm and orange hues that spread through my bedroom window when I opened the blackout curtains this afternoon. The sun was on its way to set for today, and I just woke up from an afternoon nap. I don’t usually remember my dreams except in naps, but even inโ€ฆ