I’m staring at some changes I made to a story.

I know I made these changes for a reason. I spent a lot of time on them. I put them in brackets so I could polish them up later. I knew at the time that they added something needed to the story, something important, something that made things finally come together.

Something whose nature utterly eludes me, now.

I wonder whether its absence will matter much, when I edit it away again.

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