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How do you know when the sun retreats behind a bank of clouds? When the moon is facing away? The brightness in your life fades, the warmth dulls. Pleasant smiles and inviting waves replaced by eyes locked dead ahead, gazes carefully avoided. Not once, not twice. Repeatedly, the patterns changed seemingly overnight, what minor interactions there might be becoming strained til they feel meaningless against all of the weight of contrary evidence.

Could it be all in my head? Yes, absolutely.

Do I think it is?

No.