6:02am there is a feeling inside me. Of cherishing the time of being a chaplain in utah. It vibrates just below my heart, deep inside my trunk. When I try to (grab it? Pull it to the surface, submerge into it?) the inability to be “in” it again causes physical distress. My ribs crunch up, a scorched rock sticks in my throat. It is my favorite moment but I can never have it again. It just sits inside me. I am thankful it still exists in some way. I cry because it is gone forever.
Utah
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