You understand time differently the closer you get to fifty, interpret the things that draw you in wholly different ways than you would’ve even 5 years prior.

Even writerhead reconnaissance develops these unexpected nuances, these elegant vibrational flourishes that would’ve flown right past you as they did their things in the past.

It’s like highme sent out a decree to cut all the fluff &deliver the Angel to the perch this xyz requires, knowing I’d get it whenever I get wherever there is.

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