The quiet is simultaneously soothing and distressing. It stifles the anger. It allows for reflection, analysis, and resolution. Feelings breed with thoughts. Thoughts wander, darting ahead in time and back into the past. Very little focus remains on the present. Hundreds of questions surface, very few of which are answered. Memories arise, brimming over into tears. Dreams are in the periphery, broken and desperately trying to quickly reassemble into new dreams. The sound of the breeze through the crisp fall leaves unknowingly prompts a deep breath. Frustration is exhaled. Much is considered, but little is resolved. The pain lingers. The pain permeates. Hope smolders.
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