Blurry Monday, though beautiful. I'm under the uncertain influence of
the waning full moon which appeared to be morphing into many late Sunday
night.
merging
elongating to separate again
Feels like this:
"Hüzün (Turkish)--the gloomy feeling that things are
in decline and that the situation, often political in nature, will
probably get gradually worse. Despite the darkness, there’s a joy in
having the word to hand, sparing us from a personal sense of persecution
and reminding us that our misfortunes are largely collective in
nature."
~*~
This too will pass
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