Tonight feels different.
Mercy mercy me… No tremor waiting to break. Just a steady warmth spreading through the room. If I close my eyes now, I don’t see fragments. I see space.
Life feels offensively good. Ridiculously generous!
Maybe Im ready to embark again, escape!
I love again, Celeste…
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