As we sew the tapestry of our lives, we work with only one thread at a time. Some are bright, some dark, some with colors we can't quite describe.
At the moment, you are working with one particularly dull, frayed thread, and one sorry excuse for a needle. The events of the past year are immaterial right now. All you know is that "home" is not what it used to mean, and this is not where you want to be.
If you could just get away... even for an hour or two.
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