…and they all tell the same story. her august is my may and we live there together all year.
“but knowing this we could agree to keep each other company.”
each one guides us home and we’re better because of them.
in the darkness, when we’re honest, we know they keep us breathing. they keep us awake. they keep us alive.


















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