Good questions (really good questions) asked by a friend (a really good friend).
Space to answer.
Space to describe all the ways I felt I couldn’t get to the answers.
Space to hear the guess/scrying/hunch about myself.
And then the space to feel it all. To be in it and present without the urge to hide or run away or turn it all into a flippant joke–
The gift of true, honest, human conversation.
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