Sorrow beats through my heart as I make the bed up in my new residence.
However grateful I am to be here, warm, listening to the horse's nickers, I remain unnerved by the turmoil of this week. I recognize my fallacies, those familiar resolute factions that interrupt intentions.
What is left to be said remains unknown. I will start with stopping: no more running on sensory support; no more taking more than I give.
Even as the day's dust settles I remain human.
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