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Five Years Gone
Five years is a long time. When I think about the distance I’ve traveled in those years, I’m not sure if I should be proud to have grown so much or ashamed that I might be so different from when I started.
I’ve now seen things I never would have dreamt possible five years ago, and some of the loftier presumptions I had about morality and life have all but disappeared.
I guess it’s for the best. But sometimes I wonder if all of my loved ones would recognize me.
