This place is my home, my sanctuary, my reprieve. But the purity has been split and now the pool of safety leaks outward and away. The calamity of wanting to be and needing not to shakes the earth beneath my feet. The violent airs, stirred by time's unforgiving hand, bluster in my face. I push back my hair and take a deep breath. I'm going into the eye of the storm.
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