March One

Deadlines. Assignments. Deadlines. Assignments. No sleep. Oversleep. Heartache. Love. Wants. Musts. Solitude. Deep within, a bright light contained, pulsating, peeking, shy. Now? It asks. Yes, now. Always, Now. And then I looked Up. Day 60. March One.

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