After the storm and the path of destruction.

A certain kind of light never shines on me. I wallow in it today, feeling it wash over me like a relentless immense wave of grief.  Some days are not so bad, and I know that over time the intensity of the thing will fade ever so slightly, leaving a scar I can visit whenever I need to remember that once I stood in the shining light.

 

 

 

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