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December 8, 2003 ~ Down the Drain
Monday.
I stripped, then turned the shower water to scalding. Deep breaths, lots of soap. Singing Aramaic prayers to myself, trying to let go. Trying not to think. Forgiving myself. Let go, let go, let it go with the water. I stood in the stream swaying and singing, until the water was ice cold, and that I let run over my skin as well.
I stepped out, dried, dressed, and Morgan and I held each other for a long, long time, talking, and a few tears. Peace seeped back in, slowly.
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