I realized after a less than savory conversation today and my reactions to it that I can be a jerk. I am a jerk. Broken like a character from a Wes Anderson movie. Then there is Christmas. I am thankful for grace and forgiveness.
But it ain't all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flyin' is? Well I suppose you do, since you already know what I'm about to say.It's Love. You can know all the math in the 'Verse, but take a boat in the air you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells ya she's hurtin' 'fore she keens. Makes her home.
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