For a little while, things become really clear. I know what I want (kind of), who I want to be, and what I need to do to get there. I get up early, run under a fading moon, down unknown streets, names I've heard in passing. I think about the fast-approaching day and how I can see my breath. The past year washes over me and I can tell it's quickly getting colder and I'm not sure anything I do will make a difference.
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