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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The view from the gym. I usually go later at night when it is dark and I love working out with lights off and windows open, listening to the...
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