It was embarrassing, that moment of the night where every spree of independence and newfound freedom ended with one act of divine rebellion. The wine glass danced from star to star as you twirled with eyes shut against the twilit sky. So much for a revival.
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I don't know what spurred me to click the link that lead me to your blog, but I love your writing. It makes my throat hurt and tears prick the corners of my eyes, but in a way that I haven't had in a long time.
Thank you
That was very encouraging. Thanks.
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