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Sometimes even a little is too much. When even some /sigh feels like a screaming complaint of first world problems it is time to turn everything off. No stream of other. No picture. No news.

What is now? It’s breathing. It’s taking a dish to the kitchen and clearing a space. If I concentrate there is warmth where my blood goes. There is the cold of that part of me that is dying just a bit.

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