119. Letter from a past life
What I found after scrubbing the screws on my toilet.
For months, I’ve felt like I just got on one of those carnival rides where you sit down, strap in, and let a rusty elevator take you to the top of a tower. Even though the elevator is gently taking you away from familiar ground, you know that at some point, the elevator will stop, open its doors, and give you a view of the world you’re about to drop int…
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