The sound of more rain.
Maybe one winter I’ll remember to bring the furniture in.
Fire. Coffee.
If only I would have known sooner.
I can make peace with it not happening.
Somehow the lid falls off and the whole tin of popcorn
3 of 19. Yikes.
Still swollen. Still several shades of blue and yellow and purple.
UNO No Mercy.
“Follow your gut. Pay attention. Maybe you’re stronger than you think you are.”
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