Ever have one of those months, weeks, or days where you wonder when you’ll smile once more? Ever marvel when you’ll have something to stay up for once more? which is me at this time. i couldn’t have predicted what an emotional weekend this is able to turn out to be. today, frankly, i think internally dried up–a bit of like these dolls that my grandmother as soon as taught me to make. The faces had been apples that, given warmth and time, dried and contorted. The fruit turned inward, into itself unless the crisp, white fl
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