I resolutely bulldoze through them towards what looks, in the distance, like a golden orb of tantalisingly glorious possibility… but, on arrival, turns out to be a shimmering, quivering yolk, suspended precisely at face-level.
Why rejection is a relief
Meera Innes

Haha, lovely writing :)

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