A strange silence inside. Outside, bedlam.
A familiar disquiet is comforting; even missed.
Dulling lulls in roaring tempests.
A familiar disquiet is comforting; even missed.
Dulling lulls in roaring tempests.
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The space inside my head, on occasion, is a comfortable retreat. The space outside of it, never is.
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