It isn't that quiet here, but you don't have to know. About the kinds of hurricanes and sandstorms and flash floods that are so urgent to meet you. They'll all break your neck, open new wounds, and mess with your heart. But they also promise you fantastic whirls from your middle, breathtaking flight, and lots and lots of dancing. You're not so eager, they understand, and retreat to boxes too small for themselves.
Come when you're ready. The only thing I ask is that you don't keep them waiting.
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