Implied Consent

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Today began in silence.
That’s neither unusual nor unwelcomed. It surely hasn’t always been this way.
Struggling to dress, I’m surprised to find myself recalling recent moments bleeding with uncertainty, bordering on terror (but somehow ending with a stipulation – with myself – of better days just ahead).
Now, I too often just fade into some backward-looking eternity

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