"There was a season of wondering, ‘I don’t know what that means’, yet, before that, of taking everything hard as nails and accepting it like the time, present, unmoving, as is. Letting moonlight wax on words changed that, and, despite my sturdy knees, made everything effervescent, incapable of grasping with the hand, yet deliciously full of hope. Paragraphs became sonnets and even a syllable slid into soft spots. Seasons always come around though and today I felt the chill of winter, mittens despite the thermostat."
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