Day Ten. To Become

There are clothes and insects, the servile manners, the truth of a hug. Measures that cannot be translated, unexpected guests and homes, who knows how many, and lives and judgements.
Indivisible childhood memories, a take-away adolescence, the present just digested and807A3459 the hunger to swallow down fully, when it is time to discuss the becoming. Once again. Once and for all.

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