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                I wish I could be as happy as when I saw for the first time
                           all the time
                and yet I never was happy all the time and
                           I never will be

                but if I could see freshly every time I look around I would be
                           awash with vision
                I could even go back and see what I wished to see before
                           if I needed to

                           which I wouldn’t





being wormhole: don’t move
seeing wormhole: ‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’
time wormhole: little thrills