yet through these weeks of absolute misery and vulnerability and bubbling hysteria — to have at least taken comfort — in the imaginary safe arms to sleep in during the worst nights, and in the calm breathing on the phone of one who knows how to be quiet with you to stay with you speaking little as you sink from ebbing panic and speaking too fast into soft sobs then quiet breaths and slowly, sinking into silence and half-doze that comes of exhaustion and trust and having found a safe corner.
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