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Cyburbian, raised by Cyburbians
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Today I drove by a half-timber house built in 1694. Quite amazing.
I heard the house said the same about you! (that you're amazing, not built in 1694...
foggy day outside and in my head - ugh
I can't offer real help, so in lieu of that - When I find myself adrift in the fog inside my head, I like to hang my arm over the edge of the boat and think "Wow, I guess I'm in a boat. Is it a row-boat? Think so, just glad it's not a life-boat - that'd be scary. Not "Oh NO, gramma died" scary, but more like "Who are we going to eat first and is it me" scary, so I'm good that this is a row-boat. Water feels nice. Is it cold? Mmmmm. Are little tiny fish giving you one of those weird manicures I see on the internet? Yes? Good deal! This fog is gettin' better and better! So, drift. That's what fog is for. Drifting. Fog's not real. It's just rain that doesn't know what it is yet, and when it figures that out it will lift or fall - but YOU will remain.