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It’s Wednesday morning. Life doesn’t look like it’s supposed to. A wild thing. A messy, challenging beast. Beauty beyond recognition. It seems an immeasurable void here and now, and yet I (choose to) trust there is wonder hidden beneath the questions and sorrows cast. I’m perched on edge and Wind is rowdy-old-men and too-much-whiskey. And …

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