Sometimes we don't see things. But then looking closer we do. But then looking closer still, so so close, we can no longer see what we saw. Funny how ageing might be a kind of change like that. That what we thought we saw isn't there at all. So we keep at it. Looking.
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June 02, 2016
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
