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Our stories keep pain and ooze experiential knowledge. It’s tragic. Everyone’s got it in uneven doses. Some can etch it, ink it, type-set it. Some breathe it in, and keep it quiet. Some trauma share because the pain is normal. I once read a story about a man on a pirate ship. It turns out the person who wrote it, had never set foot on one. You could tell. You could feel it in the words. The next time I read a story about a pirate, he was real, you could tell, he knew his pirate shit-seven- seas and all.
