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search through expired boxes
until you find it.
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At My Wits’ End
Life is about taking out the trash and calling it trash because you have every reason to. It wasn't meant to be linear, they say. But the times you tried to make it straight led to problems, and you didn’t have the tools to put any of it to use. You don't put your right shoes on the right feet; you put the left shoes on the left feet. The grey hardened slab will trip you up anyway.
By Caitlin Charlton7 days ago in Humans
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Simple, but it opens a whole attic of memories.
We'd always be able to find something hehehe. Loved this!