I'm running out of tools. Everything I have tried isn't working right now. Alone I'm alone. With others I'm more alone. We're having a heat wave, I'm told. Really? I have hardly broken into a sweat, frozen still, no air conditioner needed.
So, I will let myself drown in the sorrow. Fear isn't sinking, not anymore. It's coming up to the surface again, alone.
Candace
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