The suit wasn’t my size; my body shrank to fit, I couldn’t breathe. I rehearsed their words: 'Life is supposed to be hard'.
Your prescription bottles And prescription glasses are both autumn orange. I wonder if it’s difficult to discern which one changes the way you see the world
You have been welcomed back and celebrated by what you know is your truth, your beauty, your element He’s a memory to be purged, eradicated...