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| "Every minute is a chance to open a new door" -Vanilla Sky, Sofia |
| HOPE Time, in its relentless repetition, has left me crooked. I am jagged in the polar dawn and sharpen as the day unlocks its surreptitious light. But this day has a dawn, a beginning unlike all the others. The hours, raw and angry as they become exposed, take hold of me forcing me to follow. I follow, careful not to falter in my insistent steps. I follow, holding firmly onto banisters and railings, and fences and knobs, and other people’s hands and other people’s shoulders: I follow. The light, this day, is changed. The light, this day, is changing. The polar dawn has bowed its head to a cloudless day of clear unveiled light. And, this day will end. This day will end with shades of crimson, indigo and ginger, with melting lines of color dripping into night. This day will end, and I will stay in this place. I will stay in this city, in my home. I will forget about escapes, and I will stay. |
| By SEBR This is the second part of a piece that deals with the pain of losing my father to cancer. |
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