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27 November, 2012

Out from the cave

A year has slipped by.

A whole year.

And everything is so different. And yet so the same.

I'm closer to the me that you always thought I could be. The one I didn't see myself ever being.

The me breathed to life by your words as they cast full light into the shadowy corners of the cave I squinted in, Plato for company.

I hope you'd be proud. I hope you are proud.

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