i let my feet dangle. the wind plays at my feet, nudges at my calves. see, it comes to me, cheerful, unreserved. if i could open my windows wider i would embrace it in full. my happy companion.
i have cried too much in your presence, in anyone's presence; the tears mean nothing now, worthless in their abundance. but the pain, the pain is still real, fresh, valuable.
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