Slowly and painfully, but forward I go. Frustration smothers experience, yet close, I am close. 9 points torn in space and time, lacking what they lacked. A white hot iron, silver, molten blood. One step from, from done. Ugly blobs, globs, lobbed and flawed. Yet continuity continues, no short, possible it might work. Step by step.
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