Terrifying, wonderful, love.
I suppose that not necessarily feeling terrified is what's terrifying. Settling in and trusting, rearranging reflexes as they serve no purpose here and now: it's work, moment-to-moment. All of the silly habits I've developed for myself, I almost laugh at the lengths I've gone to in the past to emphasize my solidarity.
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