It's December and the skies are clearer than they were in May.
Some days you wake up and the world seems covered in a spiritless shade of nondescript grey.
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If only we'd both seen the comical angle in that situation.
Then perhaps I wouldn't have felt my insides churn like there'd been a dramatic shift in the earth's tectonic plates.
Perhaps some years later we'd laugh.
Yes, time. It'll have to do for now.
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How soon is too soon?
Will grocery shopping, Ikea, folding freshly laundered sheets, sunday breakfast
Ever be the same?
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