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❝ Is it … supposed to look like that? ❞

« I am sorry. Truly. But I ¢αηησт help you. »

« you aren’t really going to just …
leave him like that – are you ? »

« I am happy to see that you can still smile
after all that. »

« That play was so sad, wasn’t it?
I wish that everyone could have
a happy ending. »

♕; « Uich gwennen na ‘wanath ah na dhín.
An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen.
Boe naid bain gwannathar,
Boe cuil ban firitha.
Boe naer gwannathach ♪ »

« I have unending patience, but it would be so much more convenient
if people were more willing to accept advice. »
♕; «It is remarkable how often you find yourself
in one trouble or another. It is like every time
I blink you have stumbled into something.»

♕; « It would not be very comforting for me to inform you
that I believe your song is very far from over. But I
think it prudent you know that you are capable of
remaining true to yourself despite the hardships
I’m certain you will encounter. »

♕; It is often spoken how life is to be mourned but there are so many other things that incite grief. The loss of a home is one she has observed that can rattle a soul as significantly as death. It is the ending of a comfort, of belonging, and though one may fight to reclaim it – it is very rarely the same.
Fluid melodies shake with sour notes and the once such a jarring mistake has been made, the song is disheveled and off track. It is difficult to see in such times that there is good. That you may preserve through such hardships. So often she sees the crumbling of great men. Yet that is not the case here. It brings her a rare joy, halfheartedly felt.
«You should feel empowered. You fare well for what loss you have encountered.»