Category: Wonderings
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I Will Miss My Home
I will miss the hush and I will miss the space. The light in these wide corridors of sweeping superiority. Smoked glass cells and abstract flowers splashed up against the white white white white white. That floor-to-ceiling day comes flooding into the dim. We watched storms flicker over this city. And thanked the coffee machine for…
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My Mother
In response to my last blog post (in which I dissed mommy bloggers who Instagram their porridge with the hashtag #blessed) my mother sent me this: She’s a genius.
