Despair decants from my bowed chest, siphoned through Boulder’s great crevasse, like some septic system for psychological sewage, leaving me hollow and relieved, as after purging the excesses of Halloween candy. Boulder’s cool skin is the damp cloth a mother presses to a feverish forehead. My balled-up fists fall open. I breathe. Just breathe.
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