5,199 days. 85 days. 3 days.
It’s raining, again. This is the time of the year I stress over. I stress over the bayou being able to contain the water, and staying dry.
I didn’t worry about things like flood waters rising, or how much rain fell, before.
Today, however, I will watch the weather. Because there is no where for the water to go, anymore. The ground is saturated. Yet, more rain will fall. The bayous will rise, and I must be vigilant.
In the meantime… I will keep moving forward, I have 1 month. I will do this, for her, for you, for me. It’s not easy trying to find a reason to move on… I still miss you.
Fractured Muse 
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