i was given space and time.
i was allowed so many hours a day to let my mind wander.
i wanted to think back of my brothers and i in dark blue blazers gliding across united church steps in the frost.
i wanted to think back of us chasing each other through birch stands.
instead i looked forward.
thoughts forward.
all of these things revealed themselves.
the fog lifted.
there are still days when the fog seems right. when i want it shrouding my head like a crown. fog in my beard.
but who can sleep with a crown on their head?
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