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My hair is curly, swirling in and out of my eyesight. It's gray outside, like the clouds were made of nothing in particular. I feel like I could smile if I had to, but my face is tired and I'm saving my future self from those silly wrinkles. The honeymoon is over.

In a few blinks I'll be back home, like I never left. Only I did, and the me that's coming back is someone else. Still recognizably me, but version 3.5 or 9.1- all the best, without the shit that never worked.

Peace and love. See you soon.
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