Let me comfort you. Let me build you a place where you can go to escape. I will build it out of beeswax, the smell of our home. And I will sew it together, stitch-by-stitch, to show how much I care. I will illuminate it with light, and maybe, just maybe, it will make the shadows seem less dark. I will drape it over you, like a warm blanket, so that you may breathe in and out, and feel its warmth. So please, let me comfort you, in a way only I can.
-Maya Luque
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