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I am hiding.
I’m in plain sight but hiding.
My eyes hold too much light.
They want to close and sleep and not think.
My mind is crashing with fragments of thought
– rolling and tipping and fixing and ruling.
I’m standing still but I’m running.
We each all see through our own sets of filters.
If a picture of a man and a boy fishing on a jetty are shown to a child from a reasonably functioning family – this child might say “That’s a kid and his Dad fishing”, another child with an abusive or absent father might just say “That’s a kid and a grown up fishing”.
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