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The journey went 2 1/2 years before the mighty monster grabbed me by the nap of the neck and shouted, "Tag! You're it!" My voice is nearly gone. My lungs feel heavy. Got the deep cough. Took the test. Two solid lines. Before coming in from the forest this morning Jazzie and I were met with the calmest cooing from an unknown bird. I stood there listening. Taking it all in. Because I knew what was waiting for me once inside our home. The test! I lost my mother to Covid in 2021. My brother and sister also spent time in the hospital. Growing beyond this moment requires a physical act of listening. My day started with the calmest of cooing.