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You’re not supposed to relate to this.
I wrote something I deleted. I wrote something else and deleted that too. I thought about saying something honest, then said nothing. That seemed honest enough.
Then, I returned to what I deleted.
I eat food that I’ve left out all day. Not because I forget.
I wait. Let it sit. See what might happen.
Nothing ever does. I eat it anyway.
By the time of the eclipse, I'd been doing this for about three months. Why? I’m not sure. Who ever is?
