something happens when you're not searching but you find clues you didn't know you were looking for, when really you were. so you recognize them and they fall into the stew and all of a sudden, you're sitting in the back of an overheated bar and the november city rains, the ones that will soon be white and silencing, begin to beat outside. and you don't really know what's going to happen next, but that's ok. because you feel the trust that something is making sense somehow, and the sky can beat all it wants because eventually, the sun is going to shine.

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