Mistakes, though minor, are mine now--as there's no "whisper in the wind, resounding the echoes of yesterday." It wasn't there, that palimpsest sign, with its half erased doubts and faded memories of memories. I was alone in my error but, more importantly, alone in my success. And both felt liberating. Pursuing a value doesn't guarantee I'll achieve it, nor does it guarantee I'll pursue it perfectly. But practice makes lemonade--or a less sugary concoction--and when life hands you lemons, throw them at glass houses.

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