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After yesterday’s stillness, today I want you to freewrite.

Let language slip the leash. Let the mind spiral or stall or dissolve. Follow the strangeness. Let syntax fracture. Let one word lead to the next like stepping stones you haven’t tested for weight. Let memory interrupt. Let dissociation name itself. What colours show up? What textures? What breaks the pattern?

Write fast. Write without looking back.This is not about control. This is about breath. Begin now.

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