I never told anyone about this, but every time after I shed a tear or two, I would weigh myself. You would never believe how big of a water-retention problem you have until you cry, really. Well, for crying out loud, that’s what I believe anyway.
This morning I put myself on the scale to find that I was actually lighter than a feather. So I was left to wonder if I had opened the floodgate or if I had been crying too much.
Or does hope float?
Questa è Enida 
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