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I had no clue how much joy-smothering weight had become accumulated over the years about putting stuff/ out/on the internet. You know, get that book or song perfect before the big release. Becoming ever and hyper aware of all the potential flaws, and worse, caring so much about it. It's such a welcome feeling to return to the sweet ethic of "this is where this thing is at this present time or this is how this thing came out this particular time" or "no it isn't finished, nothing is ever finished, anything and everything can be done differently"... and someone in this sometimes all-too-real world just interrupted my thoughts. Wow thanks a lot. Maybe it will come back. The night is young.
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