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there is a desperation in the way she clings  to all the things that were the real of those days when remembering what never happened and writing it down seemed to make everyone dance and sing down where everything felt … Continue reading →

It’s hard, sometimes, to think back and remember the person I was. Occasionally, I am ashamed of her. Occasionally, she is ashamed of me. I suppose that we are often both right about the reasons for our shame, but I … Continue reading →