I didn't sleep well last night; I was missing Mike and my back hurt and I was thinking of all I have to do to before I leave in April and all the friends I want to see and share time with...But I lay there and listened to the wind blow and the rain against my window and somehow that soothed me. Something wild and cleansing about a storm always makes me feel alive but this one seemed more personal, if that's possible. Maybe because curled up under my quilt, alone in the dark, the raw wild edge was my ally, helping me to believe that my heart will once again soar.
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