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First Impressions
When I first saw her she was all stick and bones. Her thin trunk, merely the keeper of weathered branches. Had she just lost everything or was she just about to bloom? I couldn’t see her whole story, I just knew she had one. She didn’t seem worried, confident it was just a season; fruitful […]
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Of All The Things
Of all the things I want to tell him. All the places I want to go with him. All the memories I want to reminisce about. All the questions I want to ask him. All the Sunday breakfasts I want to eat with him. Of all the things, the thing I want to do most, […]