Dammed if you do; dammed if you do again
Postcard from an Unraveling - Part 3
It tore you open
But how much?
- Florence and the Machine, “Third Eye”
I thought it would help.
Riding in my stepfather’s place. Finishing the 50-miles on his bike. I thought it would help.
It wouldn’t fix anything. There was nothing that could be fixed. There was just death and loss and a terrible shattering of things that couldn’t be put back together agai…
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