April Is Over.
I won’t ever have another April like that again.
Time is precious and we are fragile.
Even when I think it’s been a tough month, I still can find space to appreciate it as I’ll never have another one of them again. Every new month will be different and all are worth appreciating as I won’t get it again. It’ll always be a new one, slightly different. I’m slightly different.
I hope in a good way.
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