User illusion

As a child I would be overcome by a floating-out sense of disbelief at being here, at the preposterousness of everything.

Wall hack to now. I visit trees that knew me from those days.

Familiar voices, in this meadowsweet breeze.

Incoming tide, creek fills slowly.

Not much action required at this point.

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