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17 months ago
it was 3 am. I couldn’t sleep. wondered around outside, saw a large grassy hill, thought ‘ah what the heck’ and rolled down. nobody saw me, so it was all good. it was exhilirating, not quite sure if I’d roll too fast or if there’d be prickly grass (or worse, dog poo) waiting for me. somehow, in the dark, it all went past and the deed was done. nothing bad had happened, and for it all, I felt braver in a small way. then I laid back and stared up at the stars until the chill sent me home.
