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It’s Flat

My battery is flat.  It’s not a metaphor, it’s a car and it’s dead.  I have to be somewhere, I mean I have to… the most important thing in someone’s life is happening and they’re relying on me.  I’ve been dreaming about this all night.
I can feel the pressure exerting its effects when suddenly, somehow, I notice faith.   That somehow it all works out, it always has.  Somehow it works, even when it doesn’t.  It’s nature.
In the end it’ll all be ok as we do this dance together.
P.S. Battery is fine, thanks to jumper leads and Tabitha, and just a little faith.
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