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I'm not, but I look taller. And I'm not blonde anymore because I never actually was. When I see her in pictures I do not recognize her even though I know her so deeply. I know her in patterns and seasons and context that she does not yet. I love her for every reason I… Continue reading A short story
permanent world being baby new, the solid earth still shifts beneath our feet. Mountains we cannot move cover our cities, centuries; this life flowed forward and we gaze back to where we once fought to survive. In our bones we remember how it felt to struggle, and ultimately to live, even if just barely. It… Continue reading All this
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