No one else I’d rather be.

Happiness returns as we slip into the comfort of
our old self-sure self.

It is as if rediscovering our most loved t-shirt
our most faithful little black dress
our most outrages-only-we-can-pull-it-off-outfit.

This certainty comes from somewhere deep inside.
There are no words for the feeling.
It simply is.
It simply is who we are.

Without questioning
we celebrate.

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