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new site, new sight

Sometimes things die - like websites that get taken over by bots. We let things go. 

But when the dust settles and you open up your fist flat and wide, there's a morning air that sits softly upon you. Where the night was a countdown of closing doors, loss can be a homecoming - a release. There was vast landscape all along. 

So, here you have a new site. Behind it, I am gaining new sight.

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