A cool breeze brushes over my bare arms today. I know it means to shake me out of my stupor and slowly I feel consciousness crawl back into my limbs. Establishing arm’s length has never been my strong suit, and today my carelessness catches up with me. I shiver with shame for my unshakeable stance. I am balancing with no net beneath me, and again the wind picks up to sway my solid step. I see it. I am taking note. Perhaps if I hold my arms open wider I will soon find my balance once more.
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