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Lost in Story

I love stories.

Real, true, human experiences.


I love to read them, hear them, see them.


I have to be careful because I could easily sit and listen to other people’s stories and never live mine.


It can feel safer that way.

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Tea Time

How do you measure, measure a year?

 
 
 
Ups and Downs

It’s hard to believe the fullness and the fallenness I can feel within such a short timeframe.

 
 
 
Dirty Means I Love You

Why do we put on airs for strangers but bring our ugliest selves to those we love?

 
 
 

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Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

Oscar Wilde

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