until I burst into flames of joy. Moving back and feeling so excited, so ready, and a bit nervous... All of those expectations, where will they fall? Those past lives and future reflections, where will the meet?
"I hate farewells, don't you? And the terror of coming back to what is at once new and familiar, a reunion of two times chimed exactly that leaves us estranged from ourselves, staring at shadows trembling in the shade."