letting go

As I sit on my porch next to a colony of potted plants, the air is humid, dense from a furious summer rain from the twilight of the morning. I sit here with a bit of fear coursing through my veins. Letting go is scary. I know that it is the right thing to do but the idea of what comes next is daunting.

I am safe.

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