For those of us on the edge of furious tears: we are allowed to feel it.

The pain that sits in your chest.The rage.The kind of tired that feels like wet wool on your skin.

You’re allowed to feel the weight pressing on your body, the heat behind your eyes, the ache in your jaw.

And still want something soft, something warm, something sweet on your tongue.

A bowl of strawberry-rhubarb crisp won’t change the world. But it might soften your shoulders. It might remind you to be here, in this moment, in this body.

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