This is my second attempt at this post.
On my first pass, I got a couple hundred words into a whole prosey soliloquy which sounded vaguely meditative and deep but was really just bullshit served with a nice frosting. One thing I’ve learned this year is that if I find myself quickly lapsing into flowering up the language like that, whatever I’m writing s…
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