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Here you and I have arrived at the same point. Connected through time to be in this moment. This is the gift of writing. To allow thoughts to transcend time.
How can I tell you who I am in this small place? Like you, my persona could fill a hundred of these textboxes and still only scratch the surface. People are complicated. Often there ideas and thoughts are irrational. A neural net trained over a lifetime with hopes and fears.
What part do you want to know? Ask the question.
How will you know when you find what you want?
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