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Sunday, March 9, 2014

Through a narrow prism

It is somewhere between night and day. More night, less day. The first signs are often the hardest to spot. In most things, it is. But as seconds become days, it's becoming clearer and clearer. The slight uncomfortable smile turns into doubts, doubts into distances, and eventually, distances into memories. The natural course, nothing else. After all, I did see this coming, I keep reassuring myself...