The Pointy Plague Doctor

I’m pretty ambivalent about my Pointy Plague Doctor. I kinda believe that without him I’d never get anything done. All the same, that cat o’nine tails can hurt sometimes.

Inside that cloak, I think he’s just three 9-year-old “me”s standing on each other’s shoulders. All of them terrified that if I ever stop pushing the world will come crashing down.

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