I have my mom's eyes and my dad's bones. I have my dad's mechanical reasoning and my mom's creative juices. Somehow through sheer miracle I am here, and it was a double delivery to boot, two of us like shoes in a shoebox.
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In the midst of the rubble we must pick up our chins win sideways or not at all find the beauty in the butterfly wing soar on the ocean with...
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...