Just breathe
She whispers it to herself. It’s a worry stone, a call to mindfulness.
She flicks ash off her fingertips; blows smoke into the air.
She needs a place to hide; thinks the pain in her shoulder is a pinched nerve.
She is given permission to seek refuge in the beat up beige and blue, faded but still mostly functional, Ford Conquest parked
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thank you!! I'm feeling very inspired this season despite circumstances, let's hope it lasts ^.^
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Good luck to you.
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Thank you! I hope it's not too intense!
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Thank you!
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Thank you, I think I even suprised myself with this one
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