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As I am writing this bit I am twisted into my blanket on my bed, in my room, in my house, in San Diego, in California, in the United States, in North America, in planet Earth, in the solar system, in Milky Way Galaxy, in the universe, in infinity and all the things we will never know.
I currently have five blog posts waiting to be finished, this being one of them. I’ve written and re-written this in spurts, in different times, different days, different places. So I’m just going to let the rest spill and talk to you. Human to human.
I’ve honestly felt out of place this year. Ever since I stepped off the plane and back into familiarity, that’s what I’ve felt like. Kind of like a fish out of water. But then again I know I’ll always feel that way when I’m not…
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