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Compensations
It was the stutter of the ink on the page, the blip on the map, the pause in my words.
It was the space between memory beads in your pillow, where you put your head down and slept.
You slept because it was easier than facing the day, a day filled with stutters, blips, and pauses.
It was easy going through life avoiding these gaps and difficulties, only facing them when you must, and even then you...
