we're at the vet right now, getting elliott's shots updated. the tension is palpable. the tension is always palpable.
it is as if i inhabit a foreign land where the air is nearly always cluttered with the opaque, "pea-soup" fog so commonly associated with london, only there are occasional moments of sunshine.
certain glorious glimpses of a life that may be. i can only pray that it remains a life that may be, rather than becoming the life that may have been.
trav.
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