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In the company of Sisyphus

It remains the hardest part of my day when I recognize that I’ve been granted a Sisyphean task. I am capable, I will, push that rock up that hill.

And I will crest it.

Yet quickly, like the flashing of a light, another boulder, great and misshapen and unwieldy, will appear at the bottom. Or, even worse, that same crested rock will roll down, o’er my toes and just past the reach of my fingertips to slow it, and the task will begin anew.

Sometimes I don’t understand why I do this.

This work and working thing. It truly never ends, does it?

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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