The problem is, I see too.

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More was already programmed, for later.  Still is.  More has arrived.  I am... trying to keep up.

Someone not only sees, but knows how to make contact.  While I can see, I have... limits.

I... was sure... she was familiar.  I... remember her, a song sent to me from on the other side.

Sixteen years is a long time.  So... many were available, and yet it seemed never enough.

Living on both sides of many, if not every, thing is... messy.  Still... someone... knows.

I hear so loudly sometimes.  I guess I couldn't have been the only one.