There was no common enemy to be fought anymore. There was no solar wind to revitalise our dying momentum. No extra hour of sleep for that one little extra dream at the end of a tumultuous night. All was lost, and we had watched it happen. We had let it happen.
And yet sometimes… far into the distance, with the right kind of eyes, you can see the smallest of movements as if a little spark of life is waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment. For a perfect wave to carry it along, once more.
So yeah, hi again. I’m back. Hope i didn’t keep you all waiting.
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