Clay
Her paw print, laid in clay.
A concave piercing, always asking...
Never answering.
Her paw print, laid in clay.
A concave piercing, always asking...
Never answering.
Today is World Mental Health Day. It's something that's very near and dear to me, and I'm sure near and dear to so many people here. I'm sure we've all seen the posts today with the common quotes: you'
Am I a good man? Does such a list exist? How does self grade self? Please teach me. Please, grandfather, please show me. Please feel, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I never asked you. My heart shares your shrapnel, grandpa. Purple. Reflecting yours, in its own
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Earlier this year, over 30 wonderful humans I know were hit with a RiF. I was one of them. This post is not about that or any company. I know the specific quiet that comes after. The inbox that goes still. The way a Tuesday stops making sense. The strange,