The song was long over when I stepped in, but the last broken notes rang clear until now. Sometimes, I wonder how to fix something that had been broken way in the past, when all I have are remnants of the shattered pieces. Meanwhile, the discord never leaves.

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Raindrops, moon, words, ink. magic. I'm somewhere between the lines. bit.ly/booksdep

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