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It's amazing how days can fly past me and I never even notice the tread of their footsteps, when before I could hear them coming from a mile down the road. I glanced at the calendar to note something completely unrelated and realized I had missed what had once reduced me to hiding under the bed with a bottle of whiskey.

This morning, I watched myself in the mirror and felt my bones shifting under my skin. I stared at my hands and flexed my fingers, splaying them into the air.

This is what change feels like.