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September 16, 2019
Bit by bit, little by little, the tic once again slid from my life. Enough stressors had gone or were on their way out that I was gaining stillness.
I spent more and more days with fewer and fewer tics. I relished in the stillness.
Like that glass of water that’s the perfect temperature. Like fresh-from-the-vine tomatoes. Like city-glow reflected on a winter cloud ceiling while you’re under the covers in bed.
It left for quite a while, and when it did come back, it did for only a day or two at a time. I eventually went a year without. Maybe two. I don’t remember.
And then you forgot.
And then I forgot.