there is a subtle magnetism in Packing, which, if we consciously yield to it (after several days of putting it off), will bid us continue into the wee hours of the morning regardless of health and sanity…
“A burst of momentum, squashed. The morning ended up on the floor.”
You listen to your breathing in the dark and the tiny clicks of your blinking eyes.
you just wrote “still has trust issues”.
and you read my writing upside down. see what i mean?
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