The snow muffles sound and makes the city quieter. It creates a shift; it feels like heaven is closer to the ground. Or we are closer to heaven.
Sometimes it feels like everything we’ve been through is following us. But it isn’t. Every day is day 0. Nothing carries over, not the weight, not the mistakes, not the fear, unless we bring them with us. I’ve lived through heavy things. I don’t live there anymore. This blog is where I remember that.
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