in a perfect world, things would have ended differently.
but the world is less than perfect.
and the year is far more than half over.
she's settling with the thought.
the thought is settling with her.
and all in one night, just one simple night,
only in an hour out of that night, for the most part,
she finds peace.
and she rests within it.
in the liveliest way possible.
♥
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