The Wheel Weaver's Stroboscope

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2025-02-23 09:16:22.663 -0600

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A dream flutters, ephemerally preserved. But a fleeting moment of beginnings. I fell deeper, Through a postern of parallels where time is a farce. We were omnipresent in each other’s existence throughout all existence. Exploring different figures and plots before returning to a familiar place. We are Gods bc We are love. I fall deeper. Outside myself Beside myself Inside and around myself I see myself. I know this apologue of infinites. The crack in the egg just aperture For light to reveal our masterpiece.

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"We are just as vulnerable as our kids" - I struggled with postpartum depression for a yr after our firstborn. Had to shed the skin of who I was in order to become who I was meant to be. What a journey it was. Too many thoughts here. You got this papa bear

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Beautiful sentiment. I take a contrarian view as someone who experienced trauma from a mother that was not realized until after becoming a father. So much to the surface as I began to realize what happened. And doing the work to ensure it never repeated.

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And my hope is our masterpiece takes the best parts of us and lays to rest what must die. It ends here so it can begin with you.

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