Still depressed. Find myself lying down on floors, beds, and having locked-in-the-body panicked experiences. Much how I've heard sheep feel when put on their backs.
A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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