Today, I made a friend. I nibbled on a berry coffee cake, with the sun shining outside and laid out everything I've been battling for the past year, to a stranger. But nothing has felt more right.
Today, I type at my wooden table, which I love dearly; I'm listening to 'after the storm' by mumford and sons. I am sad on the inside but somehow feeling something is better than living numbly. Somehow I feel like I will get past this.
I have a pile of National Geographic magazines (1970s -1990s) on my table. I have 'the road to dallas' on my nightstand. I have a Tintin painting that needs attending to. I will find myself.
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