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Close your tired eyes. Taste the tingle of mint upon your lips as your chest rises and falls in an unrealized rhythm.

You are here. You are here. You are here.

Remember in the fourth grade when they said you’d changed?

Or when you saw your name written on an old youth group prayer list?

When you yelled in the bullhorn and your colleagues heard your true, unashamed voice after all those years?

You’ve been here all along, Snap.

How many times must you apologize for being you?

. . .

Close your eyes. Hear the hum of the nighttime fan.

Shed the skin of yesterday’s ghosts and greet the day anew.

. . .

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