I lost another earring the other day. A faux-bijoux pearl-like adornment that I rescued from my grandma’s going-to-be-given away collection after her passing. It
It was eerie how things had changed. I looked around for the red and green velvet couches only to be met with sleek modern
I did a double take at the photo registering my slightly chubby cheeks and flawless skin. I tripped out. This couldn’t be me. How
The passage of time is something I think about a lot. How much time has to pass until you move on. How much time

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