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August slips out (opens the original)
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August pressed his hands against my ribcage and felt the beat, beat, beat of my heart.Thank God. If breathing wasn’t something our bodies did naturally, I surely would be far gone by now.The phone rings and I hold my breath until I’m blue in the face. Often, the news on the other end of the phone hasn’t been good. Will there ever be another time in my life when the phone rings and I don’t feel my heart fall down a flight of stairs?I dream of weddings and rings and a big white dress pooling at my
time to log off (opens the original)
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Everything you do shows your hand. You can’t hide from anyone anymore. There is hardly any anonymity left in this life. Everyone wants to be seen anyway, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter.I bought a DVD player at Goodwill yesterday and five rom-coms to play on it. I’ve decided I’m going to resort back to the older days. Checking books out from the library. Sleeping with my phone in the kitchen. Knocking on my neighbor’s door when I need a half cup of milk instead of Instacarting a gallon.I b
grief is the other side of love (opens the original)
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I’ve lost my grandmother and uncle this year. It doesn’t feel very heavy typing it out like that. Like, out of the billions of people on earth, I’m only mentioning two.Sometimes I’m writing in my journal (yes, I have a real hardback Moleskine journal because the Notes app is not sufficient enough for everything I have to say) and I’ll look down at my handwriting and realize it looks just like my late grandmother’s.It scares me sometimes. The fact that so many people live inside of me.I mean the
Girl from the North Country (opens the original)
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“See for me that her hair's hangin' down / That's the way I remember her best.”They lay in bed while she traced her fingertips over the tattoos on his arm. It lulled him into that strange place between asleep and awake, where he was only dimly aware of her body pressed against his and the rhythmic rattle of the train outside shaking the apartment windows.Later, they’d sit on the narrow balcony, passing a joint back and forth. Her lungs felt heavy, her bones light.Weekends were their favorite. Th
into dust (opens the original)
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I’m sitting at the botanical gardens on the day one of my best friends gives birth to her baby. She is tucked away in a hospital about six miles from here, holding her baby girl. Meanwhile, I sit in this garden, surrounded by every shade of green imaginable.Nature is quite loud, don’t you think?I can hear the breathing of the flowers, the buzz of the bees, the trickle of water. I feel the crickets, already restless, waiting to sing their nightly tune. The clouds hang low above me, and I think ma
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