Everyone has exactly one light, she said, arching her ice-blue feet. Which they cup their hands over or hold up for people who are groping for something that got lost in the dark.
Now...I have zero interest in walking around tormenting others with my inner light.
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The maintenance man came to see me today. That was nice.
I cried--figuratively--alone in my queen size bed two nights ago. Nothing new.
Hmmm. I'd say you're quite consciously allowing its beams to seep through your fingers.
And that's a good thing. It's a lovely colour your light.
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