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I pushed my first commit in nearly two months earlier this evening. The day’s work was slow, but steady and untaxing. I feel terribly lonely. When I wake up, there’s no one there to greet. The daylight rises and falls with little notice. My nights are passed in silence. But for once, I’m getting things done. Maybe this is the way I’m meant to live, at the end of it. I fear I am not enough to fill this space on my own.