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There is a well. Its mouth opens to the sky, but those inside can only see a circle of light. For years, I lived at the bottom of that well-content, perhaps, but blind to the wider world. Then came a time when the walls began to crumble. The books I read, the people I met, the thoughts I dared to think-all became footholds for climbing upward. And one day, I finally saw the horizon.