tea & risks
On a city that burnt and stung and laid me bare.
On writing a record of it all, even when it feels like treason.
On how we are never only one thing at once, and what we give up to get where we're going.
On the way things only ever change, and the fleeting belief that we even had it at all.
On the weather and learning new lessons from old mistakes.
Writing about what it feels like to let the little things go.
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