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I enjoy the little clever moments that sparkle like broken glass a la sunshine. Like how old bottles dirty and smashed still look pretty in the light.

I laid out my confessions, had a heart to heart with myself mostly, and the response was overwhelming. I trotted out the little things (that clog and fog dark corners) as though they were pink ponies prancing in a circus for small girls.

And although I may bust a gut laughing at the error of my ways, the planets still align as they always have, unmoved by the relief of redemption.