Tag: beloved
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The Stories We Tell
I have been spending a lot of time thinking about the ways in which we live out the stories that we told about ourselves when we were young.* It is fascinating to trace the person that I am today back to the person I was when I was fourteen years old. I ask myself: how…
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Beloved
I chased you out the window of my father’s ancient van as you drafted a singular course and made your final stand amongst the cast off treasures in the ditch along the interstate You were the most precious thing I possessed but who would ever know it? So much that is cherished looks like nothing…
Deeper in me than I 