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This was an SOS to the world - my message in a bottle.
My life, as I have noted frequently, goes in spirals - repeated patterns, each different enough fromt he one before to give me hope of it working out, close enough that... it doesn't. I'm enough aware of this at this time that I'm terrified to try out the next loop.
However, enough is different from the last one - as was the case before, and before that, and before that - to make it worth the risk. I pray.
Still, I wonder how long before this spiral falls apart like a bad parody of Yeats, too. This is sort of a shout to heaven, a prayer, asking that it work this one last time, before I give up on the thought of walking the spiral.