Looking glass


Recent events have made many things unexpectedly difficult in numerous facets of my life. Through this, there have been voices that strike at me in the figurative dark…the way defibrillators would strike a dying body…and, through their words, has a faint spark remained.

I don’t know how to adequately express my gratitude for those voices…but I suspect refusing to permanently disappear may be the first step.

Thank you.

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