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This longing is a free-falling, is an inhale without an exhale. I am in Portland, Oregon and they are 600 miles away, sheltering in place.

Scars show where we were opened, then closed. This is true for most things that cycle regeneratively. Almost everything that heals, scars.

The elderly Amish and I have not dissimilar responses to technology. The wheel seems fine, so do its close relatives, the hinge and crank.