I wonder if my seeds will find purchase in your soil

[foxtongue]

About a mile past the bridge, my throat creaked, and something broke, and tears fled down my face.

Every highway exit closer to the border was like a stich sewn into my chest, black thread spun by the rolling tyres of the bus, that closed my heart back up, and kept anything else from spilling out.

I can't remember the last time I cried. Maybe when someone died. I don't actually know.

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[drcuriosity]

Good to hear you made it back without any extra physical injury, at least. I'm also glad I got the chance to actually hug you, rather than just wanting to.

Crying can be remarkably hard, sometimes. One time it took me a year.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

*nods* I wish we'd had more time together. If I'd only taken a half day on Friday, I would have got back home to discover my ID in enough time to get there that day. Alas, though, alack, poor Yorick, all that. I'm dreadfully glad we did finally manage to track each other down.