... loneliness hits and the tears don't stop.
Or is it desperation?
Or helplessness?
Or powerlessness?
Or gratitude...?
Whenever someone offers me time, money, food, or a service (teaching me a couple of words in Swedish, a ride to and fro, brainstorming, coffee, a little love for B, B-sitting, connections...) I am deeply touched.
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