It's true, though 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 wind could dislodge me com- pletely, and I'd lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock.
— Sep 15, 2025 01:05PM
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