the gravity of the situation
September 28th, 2005
…and then the rain came down. I couldn’t see the future. Nothing was working. Nothing else mattered. I came home in a funk, tossing and turning all night, but in the morning all was well. I pushed on, forward, upward, wearily anticipating the next hill.
It’s the story of my life.
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