Day 88: Strung
These invisible tethers that keep us in each other’s lives, that keep our feet on the ground and our tongues tied — where do they come from? Who put them there? I had a dream once where I was out in a sun-flecked meadow, and suddenly the wind caught me and lifted me into the air like a kite and wouldn’t let me down. I sailed over the meadow, rising higher and higher, bound to…
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