I awoke to the ocean and I was forty-five.
It is Sunday morning and I’m thinking about men. The sun is shining through the East facing window, touching my skin and I’m mostly sinking in this oversized couch as I write, pausing to gaze up over my blanket covered knees, thinking about the great few weeks I’ve had and the people that h…
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