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He’s home.

He’s home!

I am delirious with happiness and exhaustion (I picked him up last night and we drove back together and sleep after that proved hopeless; we were up until dawn stunned-but-not-speechless at this sudden freedom and dizzying reversal of seemingly unalterable circumstance) but, for the first time in months, feel whole.

Love makes life so very tenuous, and so achingly worthwhile, and I am merely grateful that both he and my heart survived.

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