Opening a can of potatoes

Heeeey, webkin!

Are you awake? I'm asking because I just got up from a few years of being idle. My mind had become steel-hard stagnant, holding on to a place that didn't let me explore it. 


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Now, I'm opening up to a completely new world, the one I knew so well but had always evaded knowing I'm entering a chaotic world again. It's the world I'd already left behind. Getting back to editing the paper again was not an easy decision. I had to fight through personal preferences and current status in life. After the lockdowns, everything stood still. It's time to open the can again.


Literally ❝ Lila

 



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