215/365 03/25/2026

It was decades spent in the not-knowing, slogging through a life as if through dark, wet, heated jungle. The dulling vines and grabbing undergrowth slowing progress, and never being able to see more than a few foggy feet in front of our faces. Machetes of our wit and intellect hacking, slashing through a life over-tangled when all the time a clear path not 10 meters to the east, if only we had known.