I awake this morning with thoughts not born of my mind as much as of my heart. Tender affections rooted up over and over again, packing brought promise or annulment, packing brought hope that maybe this time…, packing heralded the twins of fear and relief and of the saying that would take me nearly another decade to even begin to understand: the more things change the more they stay the same. We would pack and move, with assorted feelings but connections remains stronger when miles never matter. Good Luck sissy and be good.
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