There are times when the darkness is just too great, too powerful, too overwhelming. There are times.
There are times when the light just flows in, flows around, flows through me, you, we.
There are times.
There are times when I’m blinded by the darkness, by the light, by the EVERYthing
There are times.
There are times when you don’t understand, I don’t understand, we cry.
We cry.
And then . . .
There is the you of it. There is the me of it. There is the we of it.
Those times? Those are the times I love best.
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Introspection and peace is what VV sought from family camp. It’s hard to explain the whys and hows and such.