I see you watching- not quite like you used to, but you're present nonetheless. So many posts, both visible and invisible have been inspired, dedicated, and loved by you. It's been almost 7 months since I was catapulted into the air a day early and you...you never thought I would be here. There are times when I can't believe I was ever there, and times when Adam's Morgan come careening into my conscience like an anvil between my open lips.
I can't believe it, yet somewhere, far and off to the atmosphere there still breathes a slight love and I'm scared to say it.
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"..like an anvil between my open lips..." Wow.
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