broomcloset ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Climbing out, slowly ... what day is it? how long have i been here? ... it's as if I am under a large pile of wet, decaying leaves. leaves - normally pretty and light - now heavy with wet and bothersome with decay. climbing back out is never easy. never. what is that saying; "anyone who tells you life is easy is either a fool or is selling something" ? or something like that. ... where have i been? how long have i been there? and when will i be back? ... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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