Security skin deep, the limits of the known and unknown always within easy reach On a good day the comfort zone gave just enough room to breathe and dream. He seemed to be curled in the womb, waiting with increasing patience for the world to begin. Or was it dread? On a bad day there was only space for dead sleep.Birth sign: Libra
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