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every door is a welcome home, and goodbye. you close one door and
enter into the next until you find another door to open, and close. every new
moment arises is another liminal and another and another. you behold the
thin layer, decide which way to lean in, for now, for how long, back and forth
in stillness, to stay or to shift. every moment is collaborating with you; you can
dance with it, or tune out, say no, and walk away and it never leaves, never
goes away, and there it is again another moment, another breath. the intangible is incredibly tangible, so simple it makes you laugh with it and at yourself.