Last Quarter Moon

Right.

It’s right.

It is right.

 

I am tired. I am cold. I am soaked to the bone. My lower back feels like a mix of fine needles and thick thorns every time I move.

 

But It Is Right.

 

Please? Can I hold onto this feeling just for a little bit? Just a little while? May I Mother? Mother May I?

 

It. Is. Right.

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