Life happens and we get broken. I wish it was as easy as a quick fix. Send me off to Nikon for a replacement piece.
As I'm writing, I'm overhearing Addie playing with a baby doll. "Don't hurt her". "Be gentle." "It's ok, baby." "Shhh." "It's ok."
Life's a bear, and it's rough how it handles our fragile, porcelain selves.
There is no safe place.
We are vulnerable to hurt and there's no insulation.
The air has been let out of our balloon and we're falling through the air before a crash landing.
I'm down on the ground. I will get up. It's such a long way home.
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