The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man
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The Skies of My Youth Were Brighter Yet Less Vivid

Skies Of My Youth Were Brighter But Less Vivid
The Skies of My Youth Were Brighter Yet Less Vivid

Even days like today where there is darkness I'm starting to see the intensity of hope crackle and break the shells built around me, around us. I am glad for the loves in my life for they kindle that hope with there own, distinct flint.

Yes, I'm talking about you.
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