it comes back to this. you. me. the tyranny of terror. all locked in tight and waiting, like winter.
like a season of a thousand ages. frozen. tight. trapped.
it begins with the courage to learn how to fly again.
walking the dust and mud for so long has me curious and frustrated.
I need to bear the embarrassment and ask. for. help.
help.
me.
I don't want to get in that car. I don't want to go to Gainesville. I don't want to go with you. I want to stay home.
help. me.
seated in the corner chair in a ground floor room.
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