the txt log became nearly daily again—a ritual of noticing. a mirror, not of myself, but of what caught me. a cove of perception where the fragments could settle, like seafoam drawn from the sea of information and memory – text

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the txt log became nearly daily again—a ritual of noticing. a mirror, not of myself, but of what caught me. a cove of perception where the fragments could settle, like seafoam drawn from the sea of information and memory