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Sugar Rush

This morning I was pouring sugar from its bag into a bowl that we store it in and I was struck by the sensation of it all.  That movement, the granular rush, the flow, I couldn’t help but be reminded of an hourglass.  The slip of moments, seconds, minutes, time, passing away, drawing me forwards, ever closer to that inevitability – type 2 diabetes.

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