The Winds Have Shifted

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The winds have shifted, the night is closing in.
I am reminded of my boyhood. Days alternating between urgent release and listless defeat. It was easier, back then, to sift through the rubble of failure in search of whatever presumed lesson was waiting for me. And even when none existed, my imagination had no trouble fashioning one out of whole cloth

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