you remember year 1, not like it was yesterday but another point, before. you are living through year 3.5, getting there towards the last stretch of reaching that number of 4. and it's not lucky number but luck's never been much of much.
you don't know what's to come, after, and you're not all that eager but you're not compelled to stay either.
you imagine your motto will carry you there, somewhere, after.
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