compost
i picture you among the debris
she left
turning it over and over until
it's something rich for you
to grow again in
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For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how. - Mark Danielewski, House Of Leaves
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