Dear reader,
You are here, you are here. And so am I.
It is early December, the sky is quilted, the sun tucked in under behind it. When the sky is quiet & heavy like this, it is almost like I can feel it pressing upon my back, my shoulders. It is pleasant. It weighs me down like a good & a loving hand does, like a good & loving hand tethers me when I nee…
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