Light falls on a forest floor. Everything slides out of focus for a time, but the darkness is shifting into light. We all shift on a point of light.

The months ahead in a malleable mess, once tangible, now taking shape again. From each angle I project a different future. Which way am I stumbling? Which pattern am I tracing?

Light falls on a forest floor.

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