I wanted to repair the roof of my house.

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fear didn’t disappear so much as shift into a quiet, heavy sadness. It wasn’t a sign, or a message, or anything supernatural. It was just a small life that had ended unnoticed, high above everyone’s heads. I climbed down from the roof a little more carefully than I’d gone up, strangely grateful for the reminder that most “mysteries” are just reality,continue reading …

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