For three days, I was a nervous wreck. We were a scattered crew sailing through an electric storm. For three days, I was merely a blurry shadow on a burning boat. But we made it through. We didn't sink. It may not have been as great as it could have been, but it wasn't a complete disaster either. It happened. I didn't think we could but we did anyway. I'm happy and proud and depressed and so utterly sad. November's ending. And the wait returns.
But it's alright. December isn't all that bad either.
Every silver lining's got a touch of gray..
Autumn frosts may have slain July, but November rain melts everything.
Remind me to breathe?
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