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It happened several times; sometimes it was visually represented, and sometimes I just felt it.
A wasted piece of paper uncrumpled before me, stretching slowly, floating in air as in water, uncreasing itself, becoming useful again.
Something like fog dissipated.
My forehead uncrunched, and it became easier, by tiny degrees, to relax my shoulders and let myself circulate a simpler rhythm. Unfolded, even affection could make sense to me.