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I've always approved of it, but it is mostly a symbol of the way I had to deal with the aftermath of getting raped. I mostly didn't talk about it or deal with it until well after it had happened, and once I did start, it felt like picking at scabs. I was only thinking about it more, and nothing was changing about it. It was stagnant. The moment things really shifted, that I was able to leave it all as something that happened, but that was not mine anymore, was when I reached the centre of the labyrinth in the Cathedral of Hope in Pittsburgh. It has been a good map for other things, too. It is nice to be reminded that sometimes one can feel very close to people, things, concepts, right away, but that the path is longer, that one must circle around something quite a bit before one finds a true centre in it, and that one must come back out again at the end.

Meow. My house has been a strange place. Come to Philadelphia soon, please.