For everyone you’ve spoken to of late, the daily ask of bravery has been overwhelming. A dear friend demonstrates the different ways in which turbulence lurks underneath stillness, as if at any given moment, if the weather were to turn blue, all the bodies around you would start shaking and melting, and would pool onto the floor in unison. In moments of intense scattering, another beloved friend has clasped your hand and gently squeezed it, as though wringing the grief right out of your lungs. (This helps.)
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#11
For everyone you’ve spoken to of late, the daily ask of bravery has been overwhelming. A dear friend demonstrates the different ways in which turbulence lurks underneath stillness, as if at any given moment, if the weather were to turn blue, all the bodies around you would start shaking and melting, and would pool onto the floor in unison. In moments of intense scattering, another beloved friend has clasped your hand and gently squeezed it, as though wringing the grief right out of your lungs. (This helps.)