I hope you think of me every time you feel air brush up against your skin, that moment of denial when you think I have gone, that it did not matter, because it did matter, it will always matter.
Finding a way to heal what seems totally broken
is the precise imperfections of life and relationships, again and again, doubt
is a creature that lurks at our door, and, again and again, we all fear it.
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