I'm going to work tomorrow. I don't know if it's a good idea. I'm so foggy and sad.
But I'll try to put one foot in front of the other. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe I'll sleep tonight. Maybe the morning will be quiet, calm, and normal.
I wish I had been aware of the super-lux wonder, and the joy, and the ease, and the simple lightness of feeling (however foolishly) that I had endless summers and endless days.
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