Thank you, spreadsheets and forms and accountants. Thank you, sun and sky and wind and shimmering Londonlights in the distance and my Bed Called Jude - in my last weeks in you, you remind me of the benefits of homeness which I will go away from to come back and find in another location. Thank you, cool water, holding me gentle like a lullaby and singing me into peace. Thank you, strong and soft and solid friends, for your persistent love and nurture when mine might wane and thank you, majestic cello, for making your big sound for me.
Thank you, whatever you are that works your strange magic across continents. Thank you, energies and entities and all forms of love made manifest or floating through the ether. Love heals all, they say. Let's love and love and love and take the test.
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