The flimsy nature of reality and the white border that forms around all physical objects when your eyes go slack; the universal nature of facial expressions; how little these two hours, these four years matter; about how it would be to sit in fifty your old skin, adjusting my scarf and glasses, and talking into a roomful of bland, open faces; crooked teeth and evolution; my blue mug and caffeine; a pair of eyes that caught mine; my missing planner.
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