It struck me as I made my way home from the train station. Not a soul to be seen. It was almost spiritual.
This relief, this sensation of finally being able to see things as they really are. To be able to put something that managed to get to you, because of its omnipresence, behind you. The feeling of complete freedom. Being out of reach, at last.
I couldn’t stop the laughter bursting out of me as I staggered along, crutches slipping in the slush.
And yet, I am still smiling.
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