#0032. Overwhelmed sometimes by the ability of people to just exist. I watch movements under glass magnifiers, like a scientist with bacteria on a glass plate. They move with such distinct need and wonder. Holding the hands of innocent little children. Pausing to bend and pet a puppy. They distract each other with kind words and sweet compassion. And then the ringing in my ears starts up again. Do not worry. Do not worry. Do not worry. All I can do is worry. And even this makes me so sad.
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