Last night I was a giant ball of fizzy, sad, grieving WHAT IF. I slipped out at midnight, into the pouring rain and a curiously warm, screaming wind that rattled the trees and the houses, swathed in a long black raincoat and tall green rain boots, and walked and walked until my legs were as tired as my brain. I came home still fizzy but less sad, mostly untangled, with soaking wet knees.
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