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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