You know when your hair is on fire: The questions that keep you up all night, the failures and mistakes that make of your life a fiery swampland that you never seem to get beyond, and that whatever you think, do, and create only further engulfs you in flames with no end in sight. Desperate for the light, you cannot see what is in front of you. The desperation of your wounds alert you that you must work your way through the healing that is in the wound...
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