The pieces start to make sense. Like colors coalescing (did i spell that right?). From way back. Like a preparation for a moment. Of utmost import.
Is it?
All these years, all things known. To be funneled into one moment. When all truths come together. Is there such a thing? Really?
I just came back from a walk in the rain. This feels so much like home. Or what I thought home would be.
So yes. Crash Into Me.
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