Sudden, small things help. Like after a night of wading through dense marsh of inchoate bullying of the day, to spot early sunlight spool in through the window. To stand on the divider of the road and catch your breath when you notice the sky – unblemished, blue and glassy, with splays of plush clouds leaving silken trails. Open, honest, true – like the heart you once had. And like the returning of that heart.
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Day 73 of 108
It was a very frustrating day. But if I keep my frustration aside for a little bit, I find it amazing how much of life's patterns repeat...
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