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On hiding

I read somewhere, shortly before Lent, that sometimes repentance is doing the opposite of whatever you do to hide.

Now...I am certainly a hider. I like privacy and dark and secrets. The invisible. The impossible. The not-yet.

And here I am writing myself, explicitly creating exposure.

So what is it in this moment of collective hiding that makes me unable to conceal?

Or unwilling?

From what am I turning around?


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