Moiz,
I am a calm person. Most days. But, I am a raging soul. I choose to pin things up because those around me, I believe, do not need to deal with what I deal with. Thus, I am a bottler. Bottlers hold in pain. They never let it fester in the eyes of desirous souls.
BUT.
And, I do love a good but…
We should share things when we most need to. And, when we do, the deluge is overpowering. Water is a force that can drown anything in its path, big or small. I have apologized to you more times than I can count for the delay: one does not expect a lot when one asks for it and Medium really knows how to deliver. I sat with this. I am still sitting with this. I cannot wrap my head around some of the words you chose; your pauses, your ability to place a thought-provoking line exactly where it is placed, and that is a problem for me. Just as I told two previous writers, I sit with things, far too long. A character flaw, but I want to understand.
And the floodgates opened. Water. Too Much Water.
This is beautifully written on a subject many people will not touch with a ten-foot pole. I can probably tell you by heart who will love this most, but I am going to show you, instead.
Thank you for choosing TGM to host this baby. I am moved. On a Sunday morning,
