a new something.
a clean space in which to hurl self into, process life-bits in, and simply be.
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| five thirty-two pm | march twenty-third, twenty-nineteen |
i've missed writing, have missed the community it has provided, have missed having a space to store thoughts and moments, to brush off the woes within days and circle through things i'm learning and understanding.
hi, yes, hello, here i am.
a coming home, again, to an empty room that needs decorating. but the sunlight is creamy, delicious; the atmosphere falls in tender tendrils, and it is for me, to make, to build, to create.
hello, old friend. you are something new and yet ever so familiar. hello. hello.
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