Pressing and pressing and pressing into the light. That’s what I’m doing. All I’m ever doing. We are all melting. And the summer is holding on, but fall is beginning to whisper somewhere in the wind. And my sweet little boy holds tight on to me and doesn’t let go. And I will never drop him.

Love is a strange, caustic glue.

All things breathe in time.

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