my universe has been ceremoniously shaken, not stirred, and thrown back into the newly convivial heap of my life. how does this happen at such a frantic and rapid pace and then come crashing down with all the ferocity of the hindenburg?
back up the yo-yo string...zip here we go!
gut instinct; i need to remember ubiquity and employ it. never has it failed me, but i have it.
let the heart go one last time, but in my orbit, wearing the proverbial trousers.
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