#4 - Demons and hope
Life beyond our shadows
Photo: clouds approaching on a quiet day of autumn @ the natural reserve close to our townPart 1, the demons.
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Sometimes I falter. I’m torn. A faint despair creeps up and gets me more than you might expect.
Those hours, my stomach writhes, coils up into a ball, and shelters someplace behind the imposing shadow of fears and insecurities fast approaching.
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