I went to work early, and the sky was lit up like it is before the sun makes it over the horizon, and crows wheeled in the cold soft blue of it, and I remembered the summer I was up every day at that time, but it was warm and pink instead of cold and blue, and the plant with the tall wavy stems and long slender almond-shaped leaves, which is now a ragged clump of sticks cut to the quick for the winter, and was covered in blush-pink flowers, and the flowers were full of golden bees.
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I had a conversation that I was scared to have, and it went really well, and the bubble of joy in the middle of my chest is back.
I was walking home at sunset and I was so tired and it was so cold, and also so pink.
I still don't know what to do, and I feel overloaded with all the feelings, every feeling, all at once, but I changed the sheets and put warm red blankets on the new bed and vacuumed the rug and cleaned the altar and made a tiny spell (awakeness, home, heart) and said prayers and turned on all the fairy lights and lit the candles that are almost all used up, and the world came back into focus and I remembered how it feels to be me, and to live in my body.
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