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You can do anything,
but you can’t do everything.
What has my attention at this moment? My thoughts are directed at words surfacing in my mind and typing them with a considerably lesser amount of awareness of music playing on Pandora. 417 more words
It starts innocently enough, perhaps the first time you recognize your own reflection.
You’re not yet 2 years old, brushing your teeth, standing on your steppy stool by the bathroom sink, when suddenly it dawns on you: That foam-flecked face beaming back from the mirror is you. 564 more words