the newness is exhausting. The old familiar and indeed the very rocks i had underneath me are crumbling and dieing, literally. The Paxtons were the.turning point. I mean we are not only not.immortal but our lives are vacated by others passing and fair weather friends falling away, and our own tolerance and attention waning.
I feel my bedrock is now sailed from, a new voyage taken on a boat I have kind of reluctanct control of. I am steering but the wind and tide determine my course. I have a sea chart, but it shows only where I have sailed over while the seas ahead are uncharted.
..And I have let go of the need to delve over past voyages in navigable waters.
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