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There when I’m not looking. There when I get lost and decide not to mind it. Do you trust yourself, do you trust your days, do you trust your gut, do you trust your fingertips. Beyond your eyes, beyond your sight. Reading that book lately made me think “I reckon” and “I suppose” a lot. I reckon I’ll keep on feeling for it all in the dark. I suppose endings and beginnings meet in the middle and stare at each other for a while.