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It’s been a strange, almost psychedelic stretch since my previous post . To be honest, it feels like I ate one of the mushrooms growing all over the lawn. Not metaphorically. Literally. As if I picked one, wiped it on my shirt, and swallowed it whole. Everything has felt slightly wrong lately. Too bright. Too loud. Too urgent. Like the world slipped half a degree off its axis and nobody told me.…