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When I think back on everything I scribbled down, I can’t tell if I feel awkward or just laugh that I even thought of it. Lately-ish, I’ve been feeling a bit different about it, like I’m slowly moving away. I guess it’s that feeling of letting go of the old. Sort of like a caterpillar, not quite a butterfly yet, but you can kinda feel it changing more than see it. All that scribbling was me figuring things out as I went. I have no clue what’s coming, and really, I don’t want to know. I like to just wing it and see what happens.

But then, out of nowhere, someone showed up like a surprise rainbow.