"this is the time, this here, this now. it's now or never. you can't go back from this moment, you will only move forward. you will persist. you will grow. even if he doesn't respond, what matters is that it got made. what matters is that it's out there...in the cosmos. i can only control what energy i put into the universe and the rest will work out. i leave this up to you. this is not my fight, i am only a spec in the grand scheme and i claim only this present moment, i seize it in your name and i can only hope for your blessings on this neglected union. grace me with your favor, bastet, and allow me to always walk with you."
A white-haired woman wobbles by, carrying a stack of seasonly wrapped presents, staring at the young black man talking to a mailbox.
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