The assignment is temporary but without a definite end date. Already, it's a grind. Drive, work, drive, sleep. Be grateful for the work, I tell myself. For the check. This is how most of us live.
I'm soft after some time away from it. The bright sun is shining on my way in, hinting at Spring, and a bright moon lights the way home.
A lady far away, facing hard times yet again, tells me I've probably been hurt badly and am therefore scared to be in love again. It's not the love, beautiful sister, it's the carnage.
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