Pardon, I seem to have been in a bit of a writing cocoon the last week and a half. Part of this is worse-than-usual time management; it may also have to do with thinking about things that I don't write about here. But usually I manage to come up with "public" topics anyway, and the last week-plus I just haven't. I'm coming back now, though.

Despite my self-image as a free and open person, I am more tightly wound in some ways than I was fully aware. It takes a trusted person to hold up a mirror whose image I will believe, and to help me begin to pull a thread, to begin a slow raveling.

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