My perfect image is the rays of the particles of the sun through a half closed window with bars, where i sit under it. It would be a realistic picture, the imagination is something else and it seems unreal against it. Growing up requires a lot of gentle words, a few apologies, the necessary support, care, and compromise. My adult self talking yestrday.
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