30 Oct 2022

Everything comes as it will (and it will). I am tired of writing these posts but I will (I must, so I will). In years I will remember the afternoon sun, how it nestled into the trees, how it knew the perfect words to breathe so that I could breathe back.

Teenagers gather beneath a tree in the park on a sunny day, while women pass with baby strollers on the sidewalk behind them.

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