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  • I can't quite get to it. The serenity of the mind when it is silent. I feel it is around the corner of my scattered thoughts.
    I start to chase after the silence, but before I arrive another thought has whisked me around another bend and my heart sinks and shakes and jumps and dives. The anxiety of being independent for the first time and the elongated wait to find who'll be writing my paychecks to fund this independence. A fading memory of resting my head on his chest every night. And then the burgeoning memory of an unaccustomed arm reaching over my shoulder. Another locking eyes with a stranger and speaking to their depths. My hand over warm, smooth skin. Skin. With eyes closed, I stretch out my arm. I am reaching for the silence. Hold my hand, be my mate, lead me through.
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