As antiquated as it sounds, I remember the anticipation of the wait.
How long does one let oneself flounder in this despair? Letting reaction be the norm?
When I’m feeling exhaustipated (my new favourite word) – the horrors that step through my thinking door!
Timid eyes touched by sadness, enforced by determination, brimming with a quiet strength. Silver grey hair shimmering in the dimpled light.
An epiphany as prolific as Santa bursting forth from the depths of the pool suddenly
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