Man, Becoming (Warsaw at 55) Before. I lit a candle. The flame didn’t speak. It witnessed. Tears came—not as weakness, but as breath I’d held for far too long. A quiet celebration. Now. Unbuckled past. I travel light— gloves, pens, a few good books, and a hunger for change. Not an escape. A vow. Next. […]
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