Oh boy. It was a big and strange weekend. A weekend of extremes. There were two big chunks of horrible news thrown at me in the space of a few hours. There was also my first time marching in a pride parade and feeling the love and bond of a community.
Closing it all out with one of my regular bootblacking sessions actually was really helpful. It grounded me and centred me. Sitting and working on people's boots, one on one, helped bring me back to myself.
I also got to work alongside Bootblack Touko again, Which I have sorely missed.
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