Return to the shoebox in Alphabet City to find the heater in the basement broken. You close the open windows and try to find the wool socks in the back of the closet. The pointsettias in the corner by the fireplace seem strangely out of place this side of a holiday season that feels months behind us. In California, you sister surveys a broken beach in the wake of a storm. You choke on the allegory, and your shoulders ache with tension. An unknown voice confirms your appointment.
It's so hard to tell which lifelines lead to sunshine and which ones only seem like blue skies from afar. You determine to keep walking, but it's scarier to do it, now.
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