"I do exist, don't I? It often feels as if I'm not here, that I'm a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. A strong gust of of wind could dislodge me completely, and I'd lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock."
— Aug 09, 2017 04:34PM
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