A sunspot searcher would say that not knowing when their loved one was coming home could be a reason to be hopeful and eager everyday. They would say it's like knowing you'll win the lottery but you just don't know exactly when that day will be. It could be tomorrow.
Tomorrow could be a day of news you've been hoping to hear.
Or the next day.
Or the next. You try. Grace tries.
But the air feels so heavy. It suffocates you. It weighs you down. You can barely lift your head to seek out that sunshine that you know is there. It's there. You know it is...
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