May 2, 2018

Each day I set out to become human. In the soft morning light, I stumble onto the whipped cream stool of my heartwood vanity. Admittedly, the piece of antique furniture is trying too hard with scrolls on the corners and ornate rosy carvings surrounding the mirror. At l...

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