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July 10, 2012
When I was about eight or so, often I would repeat my name really fast, as many times as would fit into a big breath, and then repeat the cycle with several breaths. Somewhere along the way, I would be overwhelmed by the mere fact of my own existence and presence and place in the world, experienced both from within myself, self-conscious and even embarrassed by the sound of my name, and from outside myself, as a passerby who just so happened to catch a glimpse of something in her peripheral vision, turned to face it, and gasped with recognition.