Liberation Day
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Wednesday. No school. History is strange when a date is simultaneously something in a textbook and the reason you are sleeping late. I should probably have a more sophisticated observation. I don’t tonight.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.