Somewhere below, I could hear laughter from a nearby rooftop bar, a dog barking, the hum of life moving forward. I lifted a glass of red wine to the night sky. To the ones who never saw me, I whispered. And to the one who finally did me. The wind carried the words away soft and certain. And for the first time, I didn’t need anyone to toast

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