Ephemerality
Writing again after a long time away is like unsticking a drain; something I’m familiar with after bailing wildly at four in the morning on the 4th of July, as water poured in over my basement threshold. In my case, the drain never came unstuck. It was up to me to move the water, and it was up to God to answer my prayers for the rain to stop. It did, at 6:30 in the morning, an hour earlier than it was forecasted to. I’ll take it.
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