Which is, in some ways, the thing that dybbuks really do: your lips, their words. Their melodies.
Yes. There's something about translation that you've captured here. I'd never thought of it in exactly that way before.
The seasonal impostor syndrome, the sense of dislocation and futility crashed back in about a day ago; I appreciate that it held off through my birthday, but I don't like that it's been here since.
I'm glad it held off that long, but I'm sorry for its return.
I praise the cat for warming you and censure the gloves for hiding from you.
I feel like I'm going to have to fight for this season. I was hoping it would just be good.
I wish you strength and success and strong allies' aid in the fight, but I'm sorry you have to fight at all.
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You're right to think so. It is.
Which is, in some ways, the thing that dybbuks really do: your lips, their words. Their melodies.
Yes. There's something about translation that you've captured here. I'd never thought of it in exactly that way before.
The seasonal impostor syndrome, the sense of dislocation and futility crashed back in about a day ago; I appreciate that it held off through my birthday, but I don't like that it's been here since.
I'm glad it held off that long, but I'm sorry for its return.
I praise the cat for warming you and censure the gloves for hiding from you.
I feel like I'm going to have to fight for this season. I was hoping it would just be good.
I wish you strength and success and strong allies' aid in the fight, but I'm sorry you have to fight at all.