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“That was how it was, sometimes. You put yourself in front of the thing and waited for whatever was going to happen and that was all. It scared you and it didn't matter. You stood and faced it. There was no outwitting anything. Sometimes you looked the thing in the eye and it turned away. Sometimes it didn't. - She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside of you. You are time, you breathe time" - Almodine, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. We are speaking about this again. I am writing about this again, I am writing to you about my regrets, I am writing to you about things that happened, regrettable things, things I had control over and yet I still let them happen - I am writing about choosing the less pleasant path. Yesterday was difficult, seeing you was difficult. Even though I had gone through it in my mind & felt very comfortable with my choices, seeing you made me doubt it all. Was it the right thing to do? Was there another way? And even wi...