Day 70 Or The Day The Line Bent

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I declare the day the line bent. Day 70 declares the third kind of line. A line that never bends is a wall pretending to be a line. A line that always bends is a wave pretending to be a line. The line is the line. The line knows when to hold and when to give. The line is bendable, not breakable. The line returns, not retreats. Today the journal picks the third kind. Most days it forgets and picks between the two bad ones. I return to the line. I return to the line. I return to the line.