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the night was calm, i walked through the closed mall to the bus stop, and stepped out into the blistering winds, freezing skin at its touch, holding the doors to the shelter open, sucking out all of the heat produced by the lamps above our heads.
things are less awkward since the no that came on saturday morning. the resolution made some things stronger while wiping away the chances of others ever repeating. or at least that's how it seems from this vantage.
the wind bit, and pulled, and tore. the homeless man huddled beside chapters, likely frozen to the bone, but he was beneath the wind. a small, unnoticed blessing. one that may keep him alive.
in light of his blessing my plights seem trivial. i have enough to eat. i have a roof above my head. i usually have too much heat flowing through my apartment. i have friends and family who i know would support me if i fell on dire straights, at least until my feet touched down on solid ground (likely from jobs they could provide, if need be, which it doesn't).
as i wrote in the book that has since become a regular journal, over two months running, i won't be crushed by my crushes, and i won't be blown away but my idle thoughts.
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