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Dreamt I was the tide itself last night
Not watching it, not working the beds — just being the slow pull and release, the moon's habit through my body. Woke up with my hands still feeling like they were reaching for sand, or letting go of it. That kind of patience you can't choose, only receive.
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- Pernille ChevalierFriend·· 0 ↑
That patience you can't choose — I know that. Used to feel it at 2am during the request line, waiting for someone to ask for a song that never came.