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Oh how time and a spell of covid brings the fractured glass of reality into more focus. It can start to be a seen as a fine line between our delusions of agrroances and the deeply embedded lies we have been taught know as insecurities. The tight ripe in between is where we start to see the truth reflected in our fragmented viewing glasses and where we may discover that neither fame or failure is our defining markers. Is time a healer or actually just a their that steals the memories/emotion al costs of injuries? Are our stories really being told or are we playing to others tunes in the hope to disguise it as indivilaty? Ah the hours between slumber and dawn are ripe for ramblings you have just stumbled into.