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the rituals of spring
There is some element of myself as an addict that holds onto things because of my deep abiding love for a ritual. The pathways of my brain are tenderly committed to all the things in my life that exist in service of comfort. I like to wake up at the same time. I like to be the one to make the first pot of coffee in the morning. I like to make the bed wh…
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