Life gets tricky, sometimes.
Old wounds tear open and bleed in daylight; years pass but nothing has changed. You fear you've gone nowhere, and life spreads out around you in a muddle.
I look back at previous words and feel hollow. It's so hard to remember gratitude when the world falls apart. The air outside is cold.
But make no mistake
I am
as ever
grateful
for you.
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