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Previously
…The trees had finished their autumn undressing; they stood bare against a pale sky, stripped down to architecture, branches like dark diagrams of their own structure. There was something honest about trees in winter. Nothing hidden. Everything exposed. Just the essential shape of the thing. I started running. My breath made clouds. My muscles complained, then settled, then found their rhythm. The signal inside me was still there, faint and undefined, but I was no longer afraid of it. Fear is the wrong response to information. Curiosity is better. Action is better still. I ran toward it, not away. Whatever my body was trying to say, I was listening now with everything I had.