Biking against a strong prairie headwind makes me alive in ways that are primal and pure.
This trip - and coming back home from it - have made made me alive again.
I didn't know I had been existing encapsulated within a moment, an experience, so lost and so blindly focused, until I came back home.
And now the capsule is shattered into a million shards of sparkly nothingness and I am free to move above and beyond.
Nothing is lost.
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