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– Because that’s the name of a poem starting to pseudopod its way around my head and scrape the inside of my skull. – Because I love when children stage-whisper to me and think their mother is deaf. – Because I love hearing what my mother thinks is scandalous. – Because my dad has never […]
Grace as the gift at the end of every day.
Pursued into acceptance.
I love writing in a new notebook with an inkball pen.