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I'm still alive. I'm still homeless, and in a shelter, and have all my toes. I keep forgetting Dwth exists and/or feeling like I don't have anything interesting to say, or anything that deserves to be said in as un-ephemeral-feeling a format as Dwth. But survival is resistance, so I suppose I am resisting, even if it mainly feels like I don't do anything but keep up with my Flight Rising dailies.