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Folds. Folded.

Standing at the door to my toilet, with my electric toothbrush buzzing away in my skull, I watched as the sun crept in, lighting up the remnants of yesterday; endowing it with shimmers of today. Oddly enough, everything felt serene and the thoughts that were ricocheting in my head started to settle. It suddenly dawned upon me that perhaps many things in the world and in my life are the way they are not because we speak untruthfully, that we tell lies, but rather that we speak easily words that have become empty.