Riding the Elevator with my Eyes Closed
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I look out. I look more intently. I look anew. I look from within. I am stronger. I am trapped. I am tired. I am filled with joy when the light hits the dying tomato plant on my balcony. I am not riding the roller coaster with my hands in the air. I am riding the elevator with my eyes closed tight.