The General "voice" made a poignant observation on Friday while I was walking around. I'll know that it's over when the "split" of the hands has ceased. When the "d" 's disappear and the "a" go back into their corner where they belong, and I no longer write out my lover's initials behind my own self's back. a.
When Lacey A and Lacey B as a friend of mine would say--when they make their peace and they join again.
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