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NaNoWriMo #7

From the days half-remembered
And the fields beyond any the boundaries
Of our backyards.

I left the safety of the home I built for myself.
If only I understood that it would not last forever.
Nothing does.

Instead, it blurs into the next,
Each crystalline moment
Dissolving into a swirling miasma of warm feelings.

Even within my bower,
I was not safe.

No choice could save me from my home.

But now I forge ahead, 
Clear-eyed and present.