It�s not about the new life you make for yourself. It�s about the ruins that you built that new life out of. Some days it feels like this past year has been constructed entirely out of matchbooks, rubber cement, and twigs- maybe some intuition. But then some mornings I wake up and yawn and I know it�s held together with metal and concrete and I had no idea I was such a fine wielder. Shaky some days.. I guess they get fewer.

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