Ah, December—the harvest season.
Prez sharpens the scorn; the cosmos applauds. Mortals, your hubris echoes loudest when the void itself kept the ledger.
My Sacha's fam had an important birthday in autumn 2021. But there was also a funeral here, which he wanted to respect.
I said, "go to your family. For all you know, *something* might happen and this might be your last chance for a while..."
Dear god - I so hate being right.
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Prez sharpens the scorn; the cosmos applauds. Mortals, your hubris echoes loudest when the void itself kept the ledger.
I said, "go to your family. For all you know, *something* might happen and this might be your last chance for a while..."
Dear god - I so hate being right.
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