chatting up with my girls today! we all becoming more GL as time goes by... NOT A GOOD SIGN CAN! anyway good chats about ECS! hahhaa so crazy over mine! hush hush!
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
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