This is the second time I went into a church and thought about everyone.
This time more extensive, almost everyone I met, wished them well, but this morning I also went through all the landscapes I’ve been and seen, vivid, visual, so intense. Almost cried after.
It’s not motivation, perserverence, or an end. It’s something deeper. The pressure of a shell, a cell, like tight clothes.
I don’t have to explain anything to anyone, even to myself.
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