mundane me.
At rest.
January 26, 2018.
I haven't felt this weak and strong simultaneously in a while, just as a flower of mine.
It's worn.
It's grown.
It's tired.
It's resilient.
It's delightful.
It's lively.
The difference: It's at rest.
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