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As I sit, scrambling to finish last minute preparations for my imminent departure, my mood shifts from nervous to contemplative.
As I shift gears between internet nonsense and musical discourse, the precipitation seems to follow my indecision. The snow turns to rain turns to snow.
Upon reflection, I come to realize the confluence of influence that has lead me to this point. Simultaneously humbled by the wealth of opportunity I have been afforded and driven by the intense fire to be one with now, my restless disposition blinks a long-lashed eye.
2:44 AM
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