Some perfect change is afoot, I know it. Lately I have been harvesting omens of the new.
The beginning is symbolised in:
The perfectly boiled egg I cooked for dinner.
The dying carrot leaves I cut, which brought new growth.
The intense nostalgia that has permeated my life for the last week, which has suddenly given way to the present, and is slowly opening a portal into the future.
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