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I buried a hatchet
It’s coming up lavender
The future’s unwritten
The past is a corridor
I’m at the exit looking back through the hall
You are anonymous
I am a concrete wall
Julien Baker - Funeral Pyre
And I would have stayed if you asked me to
Stood outside till my lips turn blue
Fyodor Dostoevsky / The Brothers Karamazov
“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”— Joan Bauer
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