How another would describe me: music junkie, lover of well-stitched cardigans and well-placed sighs. A persistent meddler that seems to move their legs, but never left a footprint once.

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monument (for my brother);

August 18, 2024
My mother is listening to a preacher this morning. My brother is leaving for college. My other sibling is crying their eyes out Because my brother is leaving for college. ­ I’m reading old writing from 2015, Finding many reasons to cry. Nothing will happen today But everything is happening today....
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