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When Things Go Quiet

"I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me." - Haruki Murakami; Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman 

Things have been quiet on this blog of mine for quite some time.
My mentor-teacher-turned-good-friend Stephanie knows me extremely well; she knows exactly what my silence means. Actually, she taught me about what my silence means. Stephanie always says that she knows something's wrong - that things aren't quite okay - when I go quiet. I hadn't ever realized it until she brought it to my attention, but it has proven to be true time and time again. If you watch the patterns on my blog, or especially on my Instagram, you can generally tell how things are going with me.
But I've been relatively quiet (at least compared to normal) on Instagram lately. And I'd definitely call zero blog posts in over two months quiet on that front. So obviously things aren't okay. And when things aren&#…

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