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The reserve of solar energy I gathered in the summer is running out. I feel the depletion in my bones. Everything is fueled by the sun.
Beautiful things happen in the shadows. Shadow is a sanctuary for thoughts that wish to remain hidden. Spirits forage among the leaves.
Dear Salvador,
Word has it you’ve already hit a wall with your silence. You’ve thrown yourself into work just to keep from thinking about me. That’s fine, take your time 🙂 In the meantime, I’ll write a little…