Leaning back against my chair, I can barely make out the rooftops of NYC during one of the coldest winters ever. I see puff upon puff of whiteness and my fingers grow cold as I type. The heat’s coming up but still, it’s bitterly cold even with my pull over sweater. My feet are always the first things to get cold though
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I believe that's the problem. I'm never ready. You're absolutely right about the healing. I've felt very broken.
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I'm not sure, maybe that's my job and I just don't know it ;) I'm glad what I said helped.
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Thank you Drew.
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