I’m much more proficient these days with my second language than my first, poetic even, but I do still take my time going down the wrong side of stairs, with the rail and my cane to support my movement.
For this and many more reasons, every day I live is a frozen revenge in a boiling summer served to fascists.
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Guessing based on your writing abilities things turned out in (yes, a different, but) pretty damn decent way
I’m much more proficient these days with my second language than my first, poetic even, but I do still take my time going down the wrong side of stairs, with the rail and my cane to support my movement.
For this and many more reasons, every day I live is a frozen revenge in a boiling summer served to fascists.