I feel exhausted, a feeling of catching up, a feeling of something finding me. My heart is a thin thing, these days - shred of paper blown between the spaces in my ribs.
//Julia Armfield, Our Wives under the Sea
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let it always be known that i was who i am
cukursēne (saccharomyces) wrote on July 16th, 2022 at 12:09 pm