I wished the oncoming day away, hoping it would never arrive, willing the dawn into nothingness, for the night to last forever, to hold fast, to hang on, fingers clinging to an edge. Futiley.
Eventually the night let go.
Day came as it always did.
The first glimpse of purpling light, soft and tender as a bruise stealing through the windows shutters, was a thing of dread."
— Jan 18, 2025 08:53AM
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