Just an observation, but. . . .
. . . when I’m feeling stable, I’m fucking bedrock. When I’m feeling unstable . . . I’m gravel in a high-velocity windstorm.
I wish I could be bedrock all the time. It’s quite nice. But I’ll happily settle for bedrock till I fall asleep tonight. Several hours of relative peace at any one time is a treasured thing, these days.
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