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 45 of 108
1. Papa is well. 2. Read this really inspiring story of a man who was stranded in a capsized boat and survived sea-based accidents twice: h...
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