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August 28, 2018

I entered the kitchen this morning with a purpose. My stride was sure and posture was good. It was deliberate. There was intent. But, for the life of me, I couldn't recall why I was there. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, I spun in a slow circle, desperately hopi...

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