I like the way my process pulls me into a timeless space of play, edit, play, edit, stare at the wall, play, edit, listen, breathe, play. I like the way my process shows me what I'm feeling, when I don't even know what I'm feeling. I like the way my process shows me the beauty of every feeling and every experience. I like the way my process doesn't take my bullshit; there's no hiding, no lying, no pretending. I like the way my process brings me closer to me.
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