The country burns, bits of the most perfect document flying through the air in embers, alternating exasperations of we didn't see it coming with this was exactly what we were to expect. An afternoon gets derailed, a year gets derailed, so few days in and already we wonder if we have anything left to lose. The space you manifested into existence teases you at the edge of your vision, how hard it is to know the right steps to take when the entire world has turned into a mind field. I go for long runs along the river and try to work out the knots in my defense. They refuse to soften.
There is one chance left to make this right.
There is one life left to prove it to yourself.
Just a quick nap,
my dear,
you'll see the way ahead.
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