The Morning Dance (Substack post)
The morning spills into my room and it’s loud, loud with things all over the place. A pile of washed clothes stares at me from the chair in the corner, judging…
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God, Frustrated Again. (Substack post)
It was raining that Tuesday. The inky cat on top of the dusty drawer stretches out its legs and then looks at me. I don’t know its name, yet. Not sure I ever w…
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