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Orbiting a reclusive star, I at Once begin to exist again as a non-impartial Observer. It’s meticulous work, justOffer me this—contact…Out of practice, my notes Omit essential details (the slope of your driveway, the A-frame houseboats we went to seeOn the eve of our trip to the Center, the brisk dusk in the low water). I miss many Organic elements (several identical hawks & bigeared deer in yards) & in-Organic elements (the blood-Oxygen monitor on your stripped bed leftOver from the pandemic). Of course it’s difficult to tell theOne right reality from the others (when will you be better?)Otherwise, I’m fine, I’m Online now & ready. Just send me something to see you by.