Our nest is something we build on our own to give us
permission to explore, and then question, and we go back to our little nest,
and add a bit more certainty because the dinner was great, and the party lasted
longer than we thought, and someone smiled at you in a special way, and then it

Some thing happened last week;   that chloroformed into a mirage, of the past
persons I inhabited, use to manage and direct with more certainty only because
I believed I had a lot of time… endless time.


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