
Foxes Love Pop Tarts
The whole of me yearns to make gentle the storms of her discontent. To assuage the anger left amongst the lingering ashes of her contrition. And to help unshackle the better intentions of her restrained angels. They were restricted for far too long. Doubted. Chastised. Ridiculed. But through the dark times of competitive isolation, the ember of her originality somehow remained alight. The brilliance of her spark endured, undimmed. And now, the moment has come for her to burn free. I will fight to keep that fire sustained through the uniqueness of our experience together. It won’t be easy, combining lives and creative expressions. But the things that matter most in this life are seldom so simple. And that complication only serves to stimulate me. She …
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