I can feel you there, hand holding mine. The way I wish it really would now, when the mist wraps itself around me as if to say "It's okay."
Is it really?
Will it ever really be okay?
You tell me that, as well, in a voice so full of life it couldn't be the mist.
Love is everywhere. You just have to grab it.
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Life; the Universe; and Everything: According to McKale
Words in italics, life between the lines, strikeout; underscores; tales told in time.
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