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October 5 - October 14, 2020
was a gruesome monster wrapped up in delicate lace.
Science was an altar I knelt before, and it blessed me with solace.
“You are grieving, Audrey Rose. Grief doesn’t equate breaking. You are rebuilding after something… destructive. You’re coming back stronger.” He swallowed hard. “Is that what you believe? That you’re irreparable?”
was as if time had heaved itself up from falling to its knees, and carried on as if it weren’t scraped and bruised.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.