Skin in the game. The phrase has been swimming around the edges of my conscious thought. Although my nose is dripping and my throat sore and my mind kind of bummed.


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I don't intend to be...sad.

Because of course I'm sad. Of course I still have to close my eyes and hide my face when I hit a speed bump. Of course I think about how we will grow older, but a memory doesn't age and doesn't mature...Of course I remember bone white and helplessness.

I thought a lot about it and while there will always be the flavour of sadness, I would like to remember the happy things.