A turn of the calendar, a new month begins. A new reality of fear, anxiety, isolation. Trying to be the light, the finder of silver. The turn of the calendar, all of a sudden there's no energy, struggling to find the light. I can hear the waves in the distance, the sound of peace, tranquility until it comes violently to the shore, all with the turn of the calendar.
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