There comes a time when you have to accept an impossible situation for what it is -- when this happens, doors open in your mind's eye, right in front it. The main room always was the blind spot. Your temporary journey into limited air skyward ends, as you give up clinging to the threads that God tugs on so slightly, feeling for the most minute vibrations. You return there, now and then, for nostalgia's sake, but there are better places to spend your days exploring.


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