It’s true when they tell you Recovery is a road of twists and turns. Re-cov-er-ie: even the four syllables and…
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Recovery
Remnants of Beauty.
They are all ugly. And worse, they take forever to fade away. Sometimes they itch even, and grow to become…
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Swatch.
We’ve done all sorts of things to it. Used it, saved it, ruminated on it, even tried to conquer it,…
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Waiting Room.
Being a Big Sister to the little children at Sunday School has been one of the most phenomenal experiences. Though…
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Final Destination.
Hot, tight and smoggy, one easily feels like a green bean being rattled silly within a hard metal shaker, fried…
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Eternal Infancy.
Do it again. Do it again. Please, can we do it again.A child sits on a swing and lunges his…
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