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Fish and Chips

It's not so much about having courage, as just not being afraid. At lunch, I thanked him for letting me feel abundance. We chose what came next; there were no excuses. It made me feel like there was enough; he made me feel like the world could hold me. He said. It's not so much that---not so much whether there was enough or not---just the knowledge that a bullet could fly though the air at any moment. I read something in a poem, something like---where there is danger, you'll find me laughing. And it didn't seem like courage. This lived in a whole other world---outside of the one where courage and fear flip over themselves endlessly. It was like a step outside.


ah, isn't it lovely when someone makes you feel like the world can hold you...

O yes...but the drama always seeps back in.

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