Chapter 18: Restart

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In less than a fortnight, we hit restart

and we returned treading more lightly than ever.

We are a world class balancing act.

You are the night and I am the day,

yet together we cycle so lovingly into one another,

however we are cursed to never fully cross paths

except for in the sunrises and sunsets

that grace us with just enough light to survive.