I am looking for scaffolding; the kind that can keep a person safe. It doesn’t matter what it’s made out of – love, laughter, language – I just need to know it can hold me. I am going somewhere I’ve never been before, and I'm worried I won’t be able to keep myself together without it. It’s only temporary; the scaffolding's just something I need to get started, until I know that the thing I’m building is strong enough to stand alone.

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