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  • Between too much and too little, there's a sacred space few get to see.
    Empty. Vacant. Lonely.
    Between a breath and a sigh, words unspoken escape into the air.
    Between alive and living, days are thrown out as "bad" or "unworthy" when they should truly be cherished.
    Between religion and faith, people want to find light but, do not know bright from burn.
    Between "I will" and "I did", minutes of hours of days of weeks of months of years long to be "done".
    In all of the spaces in between there is a second of pure terror. The kind people feel right before they fall. That uncontrollable surge of fear where the very center of your being springs forward and in that moment in the in between you can feel everything.

    In that space, so few can truly be.

    In that space, I find you.
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