That is the most astute of observations, Mr. Houston. Yep, nothing’s left at all.
marika bianca

I think, maybe… I’ve hardly been made wiser by the experience, but maybe it’s like when your grape vines die and you have to get a cutting from someone else and nurture it to grow in that nothing. Maybe that’s what truly good friends are for, that connection you feel, manifested. A lending of light.

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