092 // Four miles.
Miles of time. Lengths of effort.
Enough to create a rift.
Time is the white, static noise.
And space.
So.
Much.
Space. 🌌
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091 // She promised to listen. Not just to hear and to
respond appropriately, but as a vow to employ
her energy to engage wholly and fully, as an
act of supreme interest–of genuine awe.
She listened as if the words were an ultimate
experience: a coveted journey into another’s world. 🙇🏾‍♀️
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090 // Jealous. Of everyone. Like, really snarly, sea salty, poke-the-roof-of-your-mouth-with-the-corner-of-a-tortilla-chip-and-blinded-by-the-shock jealous.
😫
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