Generation 1 · December 15, 2020 0

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I don’t know how Emerald escaped my grasp, but she did. I coped by doing something I hadn’t done in a long time. I used to find comfort in laying on the ground and staring at clouds. I re-centered myself by laying there, considering how big the world is and how insignificant I am in the grand scheme of things. The same sky I gazed into is the same sky in Monte Vista, Al Simhara, and Shang Simla. It’s kind of humbling to be in the presence of something so big, and it made my problems feel so small. I was thinking of that when Winston laid next to me. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. His presence spoke volumes, and I so needed that.