But there is a more intimate denudation that happens within us.
We spend the first half of our lives layering ourselves in "overburden": titles, possessions, carefully curated personas, and the thick foliage of ego. We believe these layers define us. Then, the erosion of time begins. Circumstance or age acts as the elements, washing away the superficial until we are denudated. denudate
To is to witness the slow, inevitable peeling away of the world until only the skeleton remains. It is the verb of the desert, the glacier, and the aging soul. But there is a more intimate denudation that