Break down, break through, break out, break away, breaking, broke, broken.
It's funny how hard it is for me to cry during the "sad" scenes of our play but as soon as we're done how easy it becomes. Like a leaking faucet you thought you had fixed. Like so many flowers falling from a tree or turtles from a log.
And up the next morning before dawn, ready to do it all over again.
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