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physically
in a kibbutz in the Western Negev
Israel
our fields touch fingertips with Gaza
we get the occasional bomb
luckily they seem to be noisier than harmful

mentally
constant state of who knows what

emotionally
today i'm okay

spiritually
looking forward to the moment i will cease to be
looking forward (and simply be)

how bout you?