My life has changed course several times on the head of a pin. And yet I keep finding connections that are hardwired through past, present, and future. I am shaken by these. I am thankful. I am grateful. It tears my breath away from me. That number that I see every day, is always there to remind me of what I once had, of what I have ultimately lost, and what I still have. I’ve made a decision. The story I have not told here will be told. for now, I just need to remember to breathe.
Sunday, March 19, 2023
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