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There is a fetid  wave lapping this shore that is so unpleasant it burns my eyes like smoke. Too much confusion, and second thoughts — and third thoughts — and after thoughts, in the amount of time it takes a brain to slow its pace I could have walked from here to your door and back. Never knocking, only raising a clenched fist and chickening out at the very last second. The fear is something that has grown inside me since childhood. Now I’ve brought it to term. It is here with me and very well may not leave. Please accept this cold hand and fevered cheek as tokens of my appreciation. It’s not ending anytime soon.