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Emily
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19 September 2008

September #21

Isn't it funny how we think
that time gives us wisdom and objectivity?
Somehow suddenly, since something
happened some time ago - six months,
a year, two weeks, a few hours -
we can see it all clearer,
or so we like to think.
Maybe we saw it clear then,
but ignored it
because it was uncomfortable.
It isn't the sight that improves,
it's the ability to say
that we are unlikable, too.
Posted by Emily at 10:35
Labels: decisions, hindsight, poem, sight

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