The night is a bug
But it won’t be squashed
It will rise again
The night is a bug
But it won’t be squashed
It will rise again
Fall is the between–between–two extremes.
Who knew betweens could be beautiful?
Because my periodic periods of time in the between
They are not always so wonderful:
A Most Invaluable Gift
“I don’t pray for you to be happy, but for you to deserve to be happy.”
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