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Where would you go if you were to leave a trail of footsteps in the snow, and weren't sure whether you'd come back the same or different? I want to dissect your mind and study your thoughts. I will determine whether your spirit is as fragile as a rose in vitro, as a naïve heart, as the truth, or if it is as sturdy as history, as a violin string, as glass— Feburary 2022 Once more Once more, you came knocking on my door.