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I hate cooking. I don’t know how to sew. I’m also a tad on the messy side. Guilty. My mom tried desperately to domesticate me, but I resisted tooth and nail. With the force of a thousand suns. Oh yes. I remember in high school (I was homeschooled), my mom gave me a sewing project…
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Stacks of books inside a cardboard box. The same box you traded back and forth with Uncle Bill, because he, too, always had his nose in a book. Hundreds of books in the cardboard box. I never believed you’d finish them all. One by one, they disappeared, drunk down like water. How many lives did…
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